And then, at the Fairfield Post Office...

[the_law_won]

[Law's back behind the counter at the post office, his feet propped up on it and leaning back... he's not doing work, per se, but he has nowhere better to be, and sitting there is the same as sitting somewhere else... on the wall behind him, there's a large, at least four-foot in diameter, version of his pirate symbol painted on in thick black lines]

Awfully quiet. I guess nobody needs a post office with just two towns. [Law dictates this casually as he takes a munch on a slice of bread- what else would they be living off of? I doubt any of the three workers would even consider doing any actual cooking themselves...]