Luke's Diner, April 11 (Friday)
Lacey was buzzing around with a sense of accomplishment today, thanks to the brand-new cork expanse of bulletin board posted in a conspicuous spot near the front door with a neatly hand-lettered placard reading "Community Bulletin Board" at the top of it. And no shortage of pushpins, both the standard multicolored plain kind and an assortment of fancier ones.
The nice three-tier dessert display dish she'd ordered had arrived, too, and she'd meticulously set out an arrangement of pie, cinnamon rolls, fruit tarts, cherry Nanaimo bars, and maple mousse. Hey, just because she was on this side of the border now didn't mean she was going to assimilate her dessert options.
As she busied herself around the place, straightening napkin dispensers that really didn't need to be straightened for the fifty-seventh time and contemplating what kind of new curtains to put up, she was devoting some thought to a new kind of sandwich. Something unique.
[OOC: Info on the bulletin board coming up shortly . . . and if you'll excuse me I'm going to take a moment to weep for the impending end of my canon. AUUUUUUUUUGH.]
The nice three-tier dessert display dish she'd ordered had arrived, too, and she'd meticulously set out an arrangement of pie, cinnamon rolls, fruit tarts, cherry Nanaimo bars, and maple mousse. Hey, just because she was on this side of the border now didn't mean she was going to assimilate her dessert options.
As she busied herself around the place, straightening napkin dispensers that really didn't need to be straightened for the fifty-seventh time and contemplating what kind of new curtains to put up, she was devoting some thought to a new kind of sandwich. Something unique.
[OOC: Info on the bulletin board coming up shortly . . . and if you'll excuse me I'm going to take a moment to weep for the impending end of my canon. AUUUUUUUUUGH.]