 A Poop * k8 *
Informal mixer, pain in Lynley's butt, whatever you wanted to call it.
Spent her own damn money on the refreshments, too. Mostly because she didn't feel like going through the budget process to use the department's for food. Whatever. She could afford it, and she might as well use her money while she felt like spending gold on such idle things.
She had coffee, tea, a couple of juices, and water for beverages, and as for food...well there was a fruit and cheese tray, which was needed at every Ministry event EVER, it seemed, finger sandwiches, a salad bowl, slices of pizza that Lynley had cut into smaller pieces and places a pretty platter, bagels (various things to put ON bagels), and a cheese fondue foundation. With crackers.
Ugh.
Lynley wiped the sweat off her forehead. Was it 11AM yet? That's when people were supposed to pop in. Lynley poured herself a cup of coffee and also grabbed a few mini!slices of pizza. Her stomach was positively rumbling.
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