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Abigail slipped into the Blue Horseshoe a bit early, hoping to find a moment to herself before the little bar filled up with customers and coworkers alike. The bar was empty, quiet, calm. Still filled with, you know, character, but really very peaceful.

Not taking any chances with running into Marlin or any of his lackeys, Abigail bee-lined for the kitchen. She searched for a clean bar pitcher and made her way back to the front, cautiously pausing to peek into the empty bar before reentering.

The coast was still clear.

She pulled a little water into the pitcher and set it onto the bar counter. Opening the messenger bag slung across her shoulders, she brought out a package of assorted flowers wrapped in thick, brown paper, an old pair of scissors, and a bit of black ribbon. 

With a tenacity that might have made her coworkers and boss proud, Abigail set to work creating a humble arrangement of hefty, yellow sunflowers, tiny red alstroemeria, and beautiful purpley-blue lisianthuses. She finished her arrangement with a hastily tied bow of black ribbon around the outside of the pitcher and fixed it with a little note that read:

“Happy Flower Festival, ya goons. Don’t think I’ve gotten all mushy just because I brought you guys flowers. x Abigail”

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The next stop was Brie and Beaujoulais. Sonja came in with a smile on her face, handing them each a blue lisianthuse. The Flower Festival practically became “Appreciate your Coworkers Day!”

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On a night like tonight, Elliot felt himself brimming over with frustration. Most days, the words came easily - they flowed from his fingers as if God himself was channeling them onto the page, like Elliot was but a vessel rather than the creator himself. He wasn’t so lucky today. He’d worked his first job early in the morning, then the second that afternoon, and upon sitting at his writing desk that evening, he found himself staring at the blank page, jaw tight.

Eventually, he gave up.

Pushing his chair away from his desk so sharply that it scraped against the floor, Elliot came to his feet and searched for his phone. He opened it and sent a text to a well-loved partner in crime: Chase.

[TXT:] My brain’s ruined. Hung out to dry. Come over? Have a few beers? Reset my brain with your tremendous charm?

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[🐎] — Food lover that she was, Georgia was always one to appreciate a good meal. That was why she made it her goal to visit as many diners, cafes, and restaurants as she could on the island, feeling nothing less than blessed at the fact that there were so many to choose from. She couldn’t cook anything herself, so why not live vicariously through the delectable creations of the amazing local chefs?

Her destination of choice today was one of the newer diners, a place with a really sophisticated name she couldn’t quite remember at the moment. Honestly, it sounded like something that belonged on Leuda, somewhere that high class people like the de Sainte-Coquille would frequent. 

That alone made her wary about the attitudes of the staff, but if it was high quality stuff, the food was sure to be good. 

And good it was, for when she finally placed her order and tasted her meal, she had almost instantly fallen head over heels in love with its flavor and taste. Honestly. How could something be this delicious? So wonderful? The flavors were like a literal explosion in her mouth, filling her with total bliss. She needed to give her compliments to chef on this one... literally.

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Ash had been mildly surprised at the letter he received a few days prior. It contained a simple piece of paper that smelled of flower-based perfume and stated that he is invited to the grand opening of a new restaurant a few blocks down from the inn. He supposed that everyone else had been invited to this opening, which is safe to assume considering the tone of the letter hadn’t been so personal.

Plus, the chef himself had invited Ash! That seems pretty cool, he thinks to himself while he dresses up quite nicely, in a light colored collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of dark slacks. 

Ash heads over to the restaurant at the time stated on the letter and notices how beautifully designed the place is. He stares at it in awe, then realizes everything is quiet.

Alright~ Farewell, sweet dragon...

It’s okay, it happens! He shall be missed, though.

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“Hello Chase,

Please do not look too far into this. I’m simply being a good samaritan for the flower festival. Despite your...foolishness I suppose it would be best to at least attempt to mend a few planks in our bridge. I do actually think your cooking is very good. So perhaps I’ll stop by your restaurant again sometime. Until then, I wish you luck in your future endeavors.