The Arms Hotel, Saturday

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Mary had dragged herself downstairs to the front desk this morning. Unusually for her, she was wearing comfy sweats and chugging tea instead of coffee. She also kept blowing her nose, which was almost as red as her hair. "Gunther, could I get sime more tea when you get a chance?" she asked the chef, who was liberally applying hand sanitizer while keeping a good distance away.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's special:
Chicken Noodle Soup