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Fandom Library, Wednesday, June 11th

The library was decorated for Halloween. Why? Arden had absolutely no idea. She'd just walked in and there had been jack o'lanterns, crepe paper bats, and cotton batting webs everywhere. Two twelve foot high skeletons were dressed up (one was a wizard in a blue robe and hat spangled with stars, and the other was a pirate) and standing behind the circulation desk.

You know. Where she was supposed to be.

"I'm so not asking," Arden said, with a shake of her head as she sat at one of the tables nearby. "I'm just going to be over here."

Hopefully nobody needed to be checked out. But she wasn't going to get involved with whatever was going on here.

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"Maybe the island wants us to be in the festive spirit," Gray suggested. "But it didn't look at a calendar. Or it doesn't like fireworks...or...dads..." Oh it was awkward now.

"Maybe it's just excited for fall," Arden suggested quickly, to pace over the awkward. "You know, anti-summer, likes PSL and flannel, that kind of thing."

"A lot of people do like fall," Gray agreed. "I like summer more. It's warmer, and the sun is out longer. But fall is closer to Christmas."

No one had told him what Pick Your Poison looked like today or he would have been fighting a hot witch he was barely acquainted with about leaving the decorations up, obviously.

But wouldn't Gray rather take the decorations home with him? And decorate his own space for perpetual Christmas?

"Also a summer girl," Arden agreed. "Just has the summer vibe. So what's up? How was your weekend? Did Raiden tell you I have a pair of your sneakers?"

He didn't want perpetual Christmas, he just wanted more Christmas. It was different.

"You do?" Gray asked. "Which ones?" Probably not the ~~meta for~~ Naruto collab, but he could see her with the Comme des Garcons or maybe the bedazzled ones. Or one of the random other colors and patterns he'd stashed at Raiden's. Were his heels there...? "I really don't remember which pairs are where at this point," he admitted. "Some of them are in my dorm room and some are at Ray's and some are in California..."

Oh, right, the weekend. Clearly less important than his sneaker collection. "I was a sloth again. I worked at the DMV." A beat. "That's the Department of Mammal Vehicles. What about you?" He'd missed radio again, hadn't he?

"I don't know which Converse," she said apologetically. "But he found me naked when I stopped being a forest, and loaned me clothes to go home in, after I had breakfast at his place."

So much breakfast. So much delicious breakfast!

And focus on breakfast, Gray, and not naked or forests, okay?

"You were a forest? What was that like? Was it weird?" He bet it was weird. More importantly, "Did Raiden make you waffles? He makes the best waffles." It was known.

"It was distinctly weird," Arden admitted. "I felt very...vast? And connected? But everything felt distant and slow. I guess moving in tree-time?" A shrug. "And, err...no? But it's because he was having me try potential things on the menu, and knew that you'd be the best for trying waffle things!"

"That sounds exhausting," Gray sighed. But a lot of things sounded exhausting when you were Sloth. Maybe to some people being a forest would be like a nice break.

"You should encourage him to put more waffles on the menu," Gray told Arden. "I'm not convinced there are gonna be enough."

"I bet he's saving some for, like, specials and season menus and stuff like that," Arden suggested, rather than giving voice to the heretical opinion that it was okay to have a menu that wasn't a three-to-one ratio of waffles to everything else.

Heresy. "I mean, pumpkin waffles would be kind of weird in June," Gray mused, however reluctantly. "Except for in here today."

"See, exactly," Arden said. "That's the kind of stuff you've gotta think about when you're opening a restaurant, I guess."

And, you know, the possibility of having people who would want something other than waffles for breakfast.

It wasn't Gray's fault other people were flawed. "You're supposed to be less reasonable," he grumbled.

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