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lemon · 12-23-2015, 12:03 AM

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Originally Posted by nicole black

Tala ~~Jordan~~ Pendergast was taking a break. She'd been at her desk since the moment she popped into the Ministry that morning, pouring over form, after form, after form. Talking to Werewolf after Werewolf and though she loved the work, her brain was going a little... Dead.

So, no more meetings or paperwork.

At least not until after she'd had her snack and coffee. Today's snack, just happened to be some homemade lemon butter cookies that she'd whipped up last night when she hadn't been able to sleep. Stress baking, was what Lucas affectionately called it.

With coffee and cookie tin in hand, Taladona walked through the spacious and warm greenhouse, making her way to a bench near some very tropical looking plants. It was so quiet in here, but in a comforting, natural way that the blonde witch loved, she couldn't help thinking about how Emmalee had done such a good job with the space. Taladona would have to mention that. With a mental note to remind herself to do so later, Tala sat herself down, opened up her coffee and the little silver cookie tin, and with a childlike pleasure, got to dunking.

He'd had a free moment for once, and Sherman loved to spend those on Level 4. Between those two lively Department Heads, the excitement and wonder shared by magical creatures and plants, and the energetic, devoted employees found there, it was really one of the Ministry's places to be.

The Minister's original plan was to enjoy his bite to eat (yes, he did have a bagged lunch today that his wife had packed— slightly embarrassing but still welcomed) in the company of Ms. Skylark or Ms. Howell, but his goals changed upon peeking into the greenhouse and gardens. Was that the almost-but-not-so newlywed Mrs. Prendergast? Perhaps he'd have a different foodie companion today, if she didn't object.

"Fancy seeing you here, Missus." Could he sit? Or, in reality, move a seat and park his wheelchair? All the questions.

12-23-2015, 12:03 AM	#14 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year Ministry RPG Name: Dmitriy Toussaint Law Enforcement x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black Tala ~~Jordan~~ Pendergast was taking a break. She'd been at her desk since the moment she popped into the Ministry that morning, pouring over form, after form, after form. Talking to Werewolf after Werewolf and though she loved the work, her brain was going a little... Dead. So, no more meetings or paperwork. At least not until after she'd had her snack and coffee. Today's snack, just happened to be some homemade lemon butter cookies that she'd whipped up last night when she hadn't been able to sleep. Stress baking, was what Lucas affectionately called it. With coffee and cookie tin in hand, Taladona walked through the spacious and warm greenhouse, making her way to a bench near some very tropical looking plants. It was so quiet in here, but in a comforting, natural way that the blonde witch loved, she couldn't help thinking about how Emmalee had done such a good job with the space. Taladona would have to mention that. With a mental note to remind herself to do so later, Tala sat herself down, opened up her coffee and the little silver cookie tin, and with a childlike pleasure, got to dunking. He'd had a free moment for once, and Sherman loved to spend those on Level 4. Between those two lively Department Heads, the excitement and wonder shared by magical creatures and plants, and the energetic, devoted employees found there, it was really one of the Ministry's places to be. The Minister's original plan was to enjoy his bite to eat (yes, he did have a bagged lunch today that his wife had packed— slightly embarrassing but still welcomed) in the company of Ms. Skylark or Ms. Howell, but his goals changed upon peeking into the greenhouse and gardens. Was that the almost-but-not-so newlywed Mrs. Prendergast? Perhaps he'd have a different foodie companion today, if she didn't object. "Fancy seeing you here, Missus." Could he sit? Or, in reality, move a seat and park his wheelchair? All the questions. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.