Warren had his head down on one of the tables today at Fina. It wasn't that he was tired. It wasn't that he was sick. It was that his roomie was graduating, there was going to be another huge influx of newbies in a week or so, and he hated everything. And everyone. That was a given, right ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Warren didn't like children. Honest. It was more that Warren was absolutely thrilled that he hadn't wound up with any of his own.

With that in mind, he instructed the placemats (and their wee little napkin offspring) to keep an eye on business today, and if anyone needed him, he was going to be over here, far away from the adorable ( Read more... )

It had been a pretty ordinary day for Fai. Get up, open the cafe as usual...check on the zombified employee to make sure he was still tied up in the corner ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Warren was in a bad mood today, really. He wasn't. He was just still stuck in that same weird thoughtful funk that he'd had since Tuesday. It didn't involve stomping, or yelling, or being particularly threatening to the dishes, however, and so they were all quite uncertain as to whether they were going to be worried over Warren, or ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken long for Warren to convince the staff at Cafe Fina that he was, in fact, Warren Peace. There had been a tantrum, which almost had them convinced, but they were a little uncertain yet.

And then Warren busted out the terrifying flames. They were horrible, really. A sight to quiver at.

Today's Specials: Peanut Butter and Jelly ( Read more... )

There were freakish bird-chicks out there. Big, nasty ones, with talons and filthy mouths. And Warren wasn't at work. So he took it as a sign or something, and made his way down to the beach for target practise. Because if he was at the beach while throwing fistfuls of fire at the harpies, then he couldn't accidentally burn down the rest of the ( Read more... )

Today at Cafe Fina, the dishes figured that they were going to surprise Warren by preparing food that he liked. Not for any particular reason, really. They were just hoping that they could get him in a good mood. Because good moods meant that they might be lucky enough to get through the day without fireballs flying toward their rear ends ( Read more... )

It was Sunday, and Sunday meant, late because of a cruise or not, Warren was going to make his way to work. Explaining his reason for not showing up until the afternoon led only to a gaggle of dishes asking questions about the cruise and finding the answers not to their liking ( Read more... )

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary ( Read more... )

Warren was still kind of riding the post-'that holiday he doesn't actually like' candy high as he went to open Fina today, noting pleasantly that the dishes were once again themselves this week, and that the smile on his face was starting to make them worry for their own safety.

This, of course, just put him in an even better mood.

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