Repose

[While the B&B tended to be as casual and laid back and humanly possible (perfect for those on the verge of death or even past the marker line), she liked taking on the epic task that was SUNDAY PANCAKE BREAKFAST. It was epic because more people than who actually stayed at the B&B tended to show up before church or mass or after the bar and it was always impossible to tell how many pancakes she could manage to make. Sometimes she got lucky and one of the Lions from the church would help her out in the kitchen, but now she had Felicity to keep an eye on the place while she cooked and that was all she really needed.

Why? Because Connie could twist time, silly.

She'd close the kitchen doors, fly through stacks of pancakes, plates of bacon, eggs, glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice and have it all ready before Jimmy from room whatever needed a second helping.

It was 9am, which was an hour into service and things were really cooking up. The main eating area (she really needed to figure out the fancy name for that) was full of hot plates and food casket warmers (also probably not the right name) to puts eggs and bacon in. Guests were sitting around tables and some even took their food to the porch or back up to their rooms. Everyone was in high spirits, even the ghosts!

Connie burst through the kitchen doors with two plates of pancakes and did a little jig.] Whoooooo's hungry? Or hangry? Hangries get fed first. [She did a few nodding motions towards the red head known as Felicity for help carrying the plates.]