Happy Hour!
Mia was just stopping by in the bar this morning for some last minute preparations before her trip to England. She had decided to have a tea and Bar decided to give her this week's pamphlet and a note.
"Sure, I think I can swing a shift before I leave," the now-on-maternity-leave Guildmaster says amiably.
The customers at the restaurant at the end of the universe tend to be a bit less rowdy than a gaggle of preadolescents learning how to cast fire spells.
After asking Bar for a brief consideration of holiday drinks, Mia writes up the specials in her careful script:
Specials
Hot Cocoa
Cider
Eggnog
And then for fun, she adds:
Sing a holiday song and your orders during Happy Hour are on the Magic Guild.
Hey, they're so far in the black right now that they can afford some seasonal generosity. Think of it as Mia's Christmas present to the bar as a whole.
"Happy Hour!" Mia calls before she reads up on her baby's developments, an affectionate hand to her belly.
"Sure, I think I can swing a shift before I leave," the now-on-maternity-leave Guildmaster says amiably.
The customers at the restaurant at the end of the universe tend to be a bit less rowdy than a gaggle of preadolescents learning how to cast fire spells.
After asking Bar for a brief consideration of holiday drinks, Mia writes up the specials in her careful script:
Specials
Hot Cocoa
Cider
Eggnog
And then for fun, she adds:
Sing a holiday song and your orders during Happy Hour are on the Magic Guild.
Hey, they're so far in the black right now that they can afford some seasonal generosity. Think of it as Mia's Christmas present to the bar as a whole.
"Happy Hour!" Mia calls before she reads up on her baby's developments, an affectionate hand to her belly.