We need a bulletin board, or a staff meeting--

[talks_to_nisse]

WHO: Feliks, Kai, Marie, Sindre, Valdi
WHEN: Friday, 25 March
WHERE: A random shop that sells waffles.
WHAT: Staff meeting with waffles. What can go wrong?

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[danskannabis]

If the Swedes could celebrate waffles then, goddamnit, so could the Danes.

That had been his mental reasoning in suggesting that they as a group partake in the Waffle Day festivities, a way to get out and about from the storefront and perhaps take in a little bit of what the city had to offer. Their meetings at Madame Maime's always left him bored; whether it was staring off distractedly in his own dream world, or thinking up inane conversations for after hours merriment he very seldom paid attention (since really, not much was ever accomplished -- "Here's your schedule, you aren't working with Valdi, have a good weekend and get your ass back to work").

But for waffles. For waffles, he'd listen attentively.

"We should order first!" Kai piped, almost bursting with childish excitement that they were allowed to do something as unique as hold their meeting in a restaurant for once. "That way the food can be cookin' while we're doing the discussin'."

[puffin_magic]

"Kai, we've ordered." Valdi gestured to the few coffees on the table, a little embarrassed about being the one to imply that the Dane was even more spacey than he was- and he was almost falling asleep.
The waffle range had been sadly limited; but Waffle Day meant nothing to the Americans and so this would have to do.

He reached across the table to grab one of the schedules, scanning across the hours with little interest. Sindre probably knew his schedule better than Valdi did, and if anything came up during the week it would often be mentioned at home and factored into the work shifts (within reason of course.)

So instead he turned his attention to their newest employee;
"Where are you from, Marie?"

I thought we were going to a waffle shop.

[fishfishbat]

Marie didn't really understand why they had to order waffles (It was some odd Scandanavian holiday from what she could gather) but she wasn't about to complain about food she didn't have to pay for. Just to offset the limited variety of waffles, Marie had ordered a strawberry waffle and a bagel with cream cheese and locks. It looked like the kind of place that served all toppings on the side.

She started a little at the question. Where am I from?! What kind of question is that? "W-well, I was born in Seychelles." Why?

...we are at one?

[talks_to_nisse]

Interested, Sindre looked over at her. There were an odd amount and variety of foreigners in Liberty; he would likely never understand what drew so many to this town.

Granted, he had been drawn here as well, so he supposed he couldn't talk.

"What brought you to the United States?"