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"Food!" Stacey answered as she flung herself onto stool at the bar, a little desperate. "I am starving, and I would have been over here an hour ago for dinner, but that last customer turned out to be more of a pain than I was expecting."
She'd given Meatball the day off, but couldn't quite justify closing the parlor completely, since there had been a steady stream of people on and off all day. After all the celebrating she'd done all week, it had been a more low-key day for her, and while she was wearing a rainbow shirt, she'd hadn't gone as all out as she would have earlier in the week. "How's business?" she asked, leaning her elbows against the bar and propping up her face on her hands to look at him as they talked.