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Luna wanders nonchalantly into Milliways wearing a nightgown and a pair of soft shoes.
She wanders among the tables for a bit, randomly picking up a shaker of salt here, a bottle of mustard there, and numerous other condiments, stopping only when her arms are full. Whereupon she selects a table as a workspace (maybe an empty one, maybe yours), sets down the lot, and begins unscrewing the caps and dumping out the contents.
Odd behavior, even for Luna. A clue to the puzzle may be found by taking a look at her eyes which, while open, suggest that she is, in fact, sound asleep.
It might be a good idea to nudge her toward wakefulness before the mess gets too big.
She wanders among the tables for a bit, randomly picking up a shaker of salt here, a bottle of mustard there, and numerous other condiments, stopping only when her arms are full. Whereupon she selects a table as a workspace (maybe an empty one, maybe yours), sets down the lot, and begins unscrewing the caps and dumping out the contents.
Odd behavior, even for Luna. A clue to the puzzle may be found by taking a look at her eyes which, while open, suggest that she is, in fact, sound asleep.
It might be a good idea to nudge her toward wakefulness before the mess gets too big.