Multi-pup post, late Saturday morning, Vine Square OTA/MW
If you shop till you drop, it means you will eventually drop. Sibyl was sitting outside the Auberge, her shopping trolley filled with regular groceries and some additional spring cleaning supplies. Now, she was mostly done, and was having a tall latte and some water at the Auberge before lugging all that stuff home to the Manor.
Andras was sitting a few tables away, reading something on his iPad, and chuckling to himself. He was having lemon tarte. This was the perfect morning for lemon tarte.
Urquhart was sitting on the pedestal of the bronze angel, sipping a triple espresso and going through the classified ads in a motorcycle magazine. He urgently needed a new bike.