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Bryn Cadwallader ([info]nowinaminute) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-21 22:28:00

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Entry tags:character: aidan lynch, character: bryn cadwallader

RP: Sandwiches for all
Who: Bryn Cadwallader, OPEN
What: Open for business!
Where: Crumbs, Monument Alley
When: Lunchtime
Rating: SFW

The grand opening of Crumbs had gone well yesterday, especially once Bryn and his part-time assistant had taken time over the weekend to fix the hiccups that had arisen during the soften opening last week. For instance, the paper napkins no longer tried to blow people's noses for them; Bryn still didn't know where the spell had come from in the first place.

Customers seemed to come in bursts, possibly when they spotted other people in the new place. After years of working in food service, though, it wasn't anything that he hadn't been able to handle so far. The last of the latest rush left clutching their lunch and Bryn tugged his glasses off to polish them, sure that he'd had a smudge there for the last half an hour at least.



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[info]nowinaminute
2015-07-24 06:02 pm UTC (link)
"Lush. Tell you what, you can pick whichever table you want," Bryn told Aidan with a grin. There were just half a dozen small tables in the shop and the only one occupied was taken by an older witch in the corner who seemed to be hiding a pet of some sort in her large purple crocodile skin handbag. At least, that was Bryn's assumption judging by the way that she kept dropping bits of her lunch into it when she thought he wasn't looking.

"I'm good. Busy, but busy is good." Bryn chuckled. "I'm used to busy, to be honest. Can I get you a drink of anything?"

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