Café Fina, Monday, Hamlet's Birthday Party!
Upon receiving a voicemail from that pleasant girl in orange, Lumiere decided to put his best foot forward today to make the party that she had reserved his café for into a booming success.
Ironically, a wee volcano seemed to have wiggled up through the floorboards overnight, and was now sitting majestically in the middle of the lobby. Booming, indeed. Not quite erupting, though.
There were streamers and party favors and all sorts of little party thingies strewn about (in black, which was an odd choice for a party, but Lumiere knew better than to question the taste of the customers), and the places were set.
The Specials Board today reads:
Happy Birthday, Hamlet! Bon Anniversaire! Tillykke med fodselsdagen!
Even the dishes were looking forward to partying.
(OOC: OCD is up! Posted in advance to make for much partay-time-- while Fina is open for regular service as well, it's liable to be swept away in the exploding of the volcano and such. Munch at your own risk!)
Ironically, a wee volcano seemed to have wiggled up through the floorboards overnight, and was now sitting majestically in the middle of the lobby. Booming, indeed. Not quite erupting, though.
There were streamers and party favors and all sorts of little party thingies strewn about (in black, which was an odd choice for a party, but Lumiere knew better than to question the taste of the customers), and the places were set.
The Specials Board today reads:
Happy Birthday, Hamlet! Bon Anniversaire! Tillykke med fodselsdagen!
Even the dishes were looking forward to partying.
(OOC: OCD is up! Posted in advance to make for much partay-time-- while Fina is open for regular service as well, it's liable to be swept away in the exploding of the volcano and such. Munch at your own risk!)