If anyone was around this early, they would have found Mary helping the sous chef load up a car with boxes of mini cheesecakes while Gunther sipped his coffee and watched.

"Now remember," Mary instructed, "he can pay by cash or credit card, but no checks. And if he has any problem with the extra fee for expedited delivery, give me a call."

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Mary's quick little trip to the mainland to sell Ed's condo was not going as planned. ( Where Mary finds herself ripping out carpet and looking for a realtor who won't keep checking her out. )

Mary has been taking it easy all day because she was still feeling run down from being so sick. She was also worried about her accidental spontaneous confession to Detective Montoya yesterday. She was laying on the couch, surfing the Internet on her laptop as she checked out lawyers on the mainland, just in case one became necessary.

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Mary had tried calling Jillian, only to find that the number was disconnected. Her attempts to call Sam and Delinda also failed. She decided to just blame Fandom weirdness for cutting her off from Las Vegas again and tried calling the only other person who know about her secrets.

[OOC: For the former resident of room 111.]

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It had been a very busy weekend for Mary. From a business standpoint, Mary crossed yet another idea off her to-do list when the hotel hosted its first afternoon tea. Mary hoped to make it a regular Saturday event. On a more personal level, she got to catch up with Stan over tea on Saturday and helped a very drunk John Connor make it home from ( Read more... )

Mary hadn't been in a good mood all day after her so-called date with Barney Stinson. Twenty-four hours ago, she thought that the worst case scenario would have been if he stood her up. Having him invoke the Lemon Law and imply that she was a lemon? That was ten times worse.

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