#celia snippets

[orphiccrowns]

i just want to cvt myself and take cute photos of it for them as they tell me how pretty the blood loooooovks >_< ^^

[wizerdbattle]

First chapter of my tmagp game show fic is up! Check it out!

Summary:

Welcome back to another season of Hilltop Housemates! Join Sam, Celia, Gwen and Alice as they attempt to settle into their brand new life as housemates - here's hoping they all get along! And they better not get too spooked, either - or who knows what might happen... Oh, and Annabelle's there too.

[nomoremrnicefag]

tmagp listeners how we feeling

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

AHHHHHH FOUL HEART HUNTSMAN MY BELOVED

[ahoodgirl]

you guys, i need help...

I plan on posting a nick torres × original female character fic, that is somewhat based on a dream I had a while back, but I ran into an issue...

I can't figure out what to name it.

I had a dream where I was both an NCIS agent who worked for herself but helped the team when needed, and a college professor who, out of five, got an office big enough for a bed.

I'm gonna post a few snippets below, hoping you guys can help me find/figure out a title.

"since there's only 15 minutes left of class, you're dismissed. but don't forget, projects are due next Friday. Have a good weekend." Everyone grabs their things as they talk about the weekend, making plans with either friends or family. As everyone is leaving, their voices drain the more that they walk out, leaving me in dead silence. After I make sure to clean around my area and grab all my belongings, I lock the door and walk down the halls to my office. I unlock the door and walk in to find two of my students fast asleep, cuddled up. All the higher up professors—like me—get big offices with beds. Which, is only five. Crazy, i know. I turn on the lights and set everything down atop my desk. "alright, you two, get out. now." i say to them as i yank the covers off them. They huff as they take their time getting up, grabbing their stuff before leaving. I guess they must've slipped in here during my class. I close my door behind them and get settled in to my desk, knowing that i have a long night ahead of me, grading papers and projects.

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As I'm heading back, i get a call and see it's from Nick so i answer and put the phone to my ear. "hey, thought you'd be home." I hear him sigh on the other side, "yeah, but we had a case at the last minute." i take a sip of my soda as i walk down the hall, back to my office. "You still at the college?" "yeah. was grading papers, but took a snack break. heading back to my office now." "hey, is it okay if Jess and i come by? we got to update you on the case." "yeah, of course. I'll be here for a while. you know where my office is. see you then. muah!" It doesn't take me long to get back to my office and finish up the grades, and input them all into the online gradebook, keeping the door unlocked.

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The video ends and Jess excuses herself to use the restroom, which gives Nick and i some time to ourselves.  He scoots the rolling chair over to my side, leaning his chin on my shoulder. He kisses my cheek, turning me around to face him.  Using my hand, i rub my thumb over his chin, the feeling of his stubble between my fingers. I use it as a grip to pull him in for a few brief but sweet kisses.   "if i was here on personal time, I'd have you naked underneath me, all wrapped in those sheets, making you scream my name."  I shy out, turning back around to the computers, typing away at my notes. "these walls aren't exactly thick, Nicholas." he moves his head to my neck and whispers is my ear, "that's the point, Celia."  I type away at the keyboard until Jess comes back, making Nick back off.

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I wake to the smell of chilaquiles, corizo, fried eggs and hot sauce... one of the reasons why i stay over at his place most of the time. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, i see that it's a little early, only being 5:50. Knowing that we have to be in by 8, getting up at 5:30 is a good time to eat a small breakfast, shower, change into some presentable clothes and leave in time.

give me some options below of what would be appropriate titles.

if you have any questions about anything, ask me here, and be glad to answer them!

Thank you in advance!

[autismprotocol]

TMAGP Theory Board ( EP 10)

Hi guys sorry for the late post I ended up drawing a lot for this update especially because it's the last one before the hiatus so wanted to give it a little more pizazz :D

What Happened in Episode 10: Saturday Night

Interview with Nigel Dickerson. The inccident report this week was all about Mr Bonzo. If you remember from last episode Nigel is the famous tv personality who created the character of Mr Bonzo. During this interview he recounts the rise and fall of Bonzo while being ominous and on edge the whole time. what I gathered from the interveiw is that Bonzo is either trapping Nigel or Bonzo and Nigel are linked somehow. (when he say "he won't let me leave" and refers to himself as "us") we also learn about the murders that are connected to the Bonzo suit, first by the serial killer Terrance Menki and very recently 3 unsolved murders. Nigel also mentioned that the actors who wore the Bonzo suit would be prone to injuries on set which is also really stange. Could be they were used as Bonzo's victims near his begining

Gwen meets Mr Bonzo. The other section of the episode dealing with Bonzo is when Gwen goes to Nigel's house on her first assignment as the Externals Liason. So turns out Bonzo is maybe a hitman for the OIAR! Also, big thing Mr Bonzo is atually alive and is introduced with some kind of practice almost resembling a ritual. I heard somone mention they think Bonzo is an avatar of the Stranger and I can definitely see this. I'd love to hear if anyone else has a theory for what entity Bonzo may be connected to.

The Return of Colin. Colin isn't dead!! Shocking absolutley everyone Colin is still kicking. a few episodes ago he was sent on mental health leave by Lena after his parnoia caused him to mentally snap. Celia sees him while on break and they have a short convorsation. Colin tells Celia that he need to figure out the computers. also big thing Colin is back without the permission of Lena. It will be interesting to see what hes looking for and if he'll continue to sneak behind Lena's back.

Sam and Alice's Adventures into the Institute. Probaly the biggest development lore-wise was Sams and Alice investigating the ruins of the Magnus Institute. They don't find much (but I'm still am gonna talk about it for awhile) Alice mentions that there were weird carvings in the floor which she later equates to the worms on the ground. If you are a Archives listener hearing about worms in the archives starts seting off all kinds of alarms. This means in this universe the Jane Prentiss attack still happens, which is especcially iteresting because If I'm not mistaken in TMA the worm attack happened spesiffically to mark Jon with the corruption. Was Jon ever part of the institute? or if not Jon there must have been an archivist role in this Magnus Institute that would require Jane to attack it.

ERROR and the Tape Recorders so far in protocol we have been listening to the characters through either the computers or though their phones. But during the last few minutes we here the click of a tape recorder. and TMA fans around the world rejoiced. The magnus archives is entirley told through tape recordings and are a tool used by the web (spesifically the avatar Annabelle Cane) does this mean Annabelle made it to this universe? or it could also signal the presense of Jon (since the tape recorders are linked to him) Alice and Sam investigate the archivist office looking for a place for the key when the floor collapes and Sam drops the key. After some Sam and Alice banter, they leave but the recorder stays running we then hear the scraping sound and some shutterd breathing. This is when I highly suggest going through the transcript after listening to an episode becuase they specifically what were hearing and who is breathing.

I included the snippet from the transcript that pinpoints every not verbal sound we hear

water from the pit under the archives is disturbed

thud on wood then a rattle of a padlock

Key being dragged across the wood then fumbled into a lock that clicks open

trapdoor opens and ERROR imerges

ERROR takes 3 breaths

ERROR has been used before for redacting the roles played by Johnny, Alex and Tim (aka the voices of FR3-d1) during the cast anouncements for protocol. This makes me think that ERROR must be someone from the Archives universe my running theory is that it is a entity that houses Jon, Martin and Jonah's souls or consiounous. but It could literally be anyone. I'm also thinking ERROR has been locked in the tunnels under the archives (Mentioned in TMA)

And thats about Everything! plese let me know your thoughts or if you wanna correct me on any mistakes :)

Also I would love to know if you guys would prefer this style of post where I illustrate moments and scenes from each episode? it would probably delay when I'm able to post the breakdowns but I'd love to know if you guys perfer that format over the less illustrated one.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A Magnus Protocol transcript snippet reading

Celia: Was that it?

Alice: Oh for fu- [BEEP]

end ID]

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loved this bit. let her say fuck.

[petercushingscheekbones]

DT podcast: everyone from season 3

Regardless of whatever I've said about awards shows, I'm just happy to learn that he's having fun presenting the BAFTA's

I love dt gleefully calling the bafta monologue jokes 'terrible' (but his enthusiasm and delivery of those jokes is an artform)

Why was Celia Imrie doing stunts on a show called Duck Patrol? (serious question)

Extra snippet of David Tennant x Ben Schwartz friendship dynamic (and they talk about Staged)

Ben Schwartz: "David I need to hear this, I've been playing a hedgehog for so long" (in response to dt saying the improv bit in staged was one of the favourite scenes he has done)

I binged so much of the Good Place I can't stop thinking of Tahani Al-Jamil singing opera and jazz (apparently this is in Jameela Jamil's skillset)

not ruling out the possibility that one day I may be convinced to watch duckpatrol but you won't catch me dead watching camping, which apparently both David Tennant and Jennifer Garner hate

David Tennant and Rosamund Pike try to say the name 'Herbert' in varying accents for 5 minutes and it might be the best piece of podcast I've heard

[yuesya]

AAAAH IM SO HAPPY ABT THE MONDSTAT AU!!! I love love loooove your world building and I’d love to see what you do with the Archon war. Honestly you’ve only written two snippets and they’ve already got me hooked. I love the venti shiki parallels with how you have her naming godself(??) after Dec (Idr his full name T~T) just like venti and Barbatos! It neatly covered one of the questions I had from the first snippet and it makes me giddy. Of course, I’m still full of questions like what would Mond look like under Shiki’s care (tho mond would still have the hands off approach they had under shiki, and dance might be added to their roster of things to be know for?) and where is venti?? Does he remain a lil sprite or does he still gain power? Pausing my lore questions to giggle at the idea of shiki at an archon meeting stone faced with wind sprite venti zipping around, they’re both so silly…sigh. Anywho, thank you so so much for your wonderful AUs and also for sharing your amazing writing <3

Thanks! Glad you're also having fun with the Mondstadt AU haha.

I don't recall it being mentioned anywhere in-game that the bard who led the rebellion was named 'Venti,' but we do know that the current physical form that Venti takes is modeled after his deceased friend. Venti's character quest was probably one of my favorite character quests in Genshin haha.

In this 'verse, Shiki's name as a god would be 'Balor,' except she later uses the name 'Decarabian,' in memory of the original Decarabian. Playing around with the idea that the human-name she eventually uses is 'Silke.' (Frisian diminutive form of 'Cecilia,' and German diminutive of 'Celia,' 'heavenly.' Plus, if you squint at it there's a vague resemblance to 'Shiki'.....?)

Hey, if Shiki and Venti become friends, then Mondstadt gets dancing AND music/singing. Perfect for festivals!

There are a lot of ways things could go in this AU haha. Something else that might also be interesting to play around with -forbidden knowledge. We know that the forbidden knowledge in the game is defined as 'information/power that originates from outside of Teyvat.' So... Shiki's eyes and her abilities... what would they be defined as under Celestia's purview?

:3

[bradleysass]

Snippet Friday

thanks for the tag celia <3 @deermessrs. I've been focusing more on microfics I sort of abandoned my longer fanfics lmao... let's see what I can wrangle together.

Regulus couldn’t breathe. The weight of his choices, his failures, pressed down on him like a storm. “You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand!” James shouted, his frustration spilling over.

“I can’t!” Regulus snapped, his voice echoing in the empty tower.

James stared at him, his anger giving way to something softer—something more painful. “Why not?”

Regulus hesitated, the hourglass burning against his skin. He wanted to tell James everything—to lay the truth bare, even if it meant destroying what little they had left. But the words caught in his throat.

“Because if you knew,” he said finally, his voice trembling, “you’d hate me.”

James’s brow furrowed, his expression unreadable. “Is that what you think? That I could ever hate you?”

Regulus looked at him, his chest tightening. “You don’t know me, James. Not really.”

“I know enough,” James said softly. “I know you’re not the person everyone thinks you are. And I know you’re scared.”

The truth of it was too much. Regulus stepped back, his hand brushing the hourglass in his pocket. He couldn’t stay here—not when James was looking at him like that, like he still believed in him.

“Goodbye, Potter,” Regulus said, his voice breaking.

Before James could stop him, Regulus turned the hourglass, and the world dissolved into light.

NP Tags: @moonlit-sirius @accio-sriracha @samynnad102687 @graverobbber

[orphiccrowns]

am i really about to watch a 15 hour long playthrough of omori just to gain a new hyperfixation? yes. yes i am.

[ginnyrules27]

Hey Ginny, any snippets for HaH,StoF, CL and ToF?

Ariel took a small breath as Persephone teleported her and Malionë to Persephone’s portal. Even though the High Queen knew her uncle should know what was going on, it didn’t mean Ariel liked the idea of telling him. 

-Small Twists of Fate (chapter 42, currently 105 words)

Abby got up and leveled a glare at Locklyn and Shayla. The red-haired Angel had yet to answer her question and if Abby was honest, she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the silence. 

-Half and Half (chapter 43, currently 121 words)

Celia shook her head. “Does he think Hadie’s five or something?” 

-Truth or Fiction (chapter 116)

I know she’s my big sister, but to this day I’m honestly surprised she came to be with me, Locklyn thought as she and Liam entered into Facilier’s arcade. Not after what I did, forcing Brooke to join Fred…Freddy’s gang. 

-Choosing Life (chapter 64, currently 1349 words)

[likelyamused]

Future Story Snippet

I was tagged by @azoressims4, @zosa95 and @elderwisp for story snippets this week. Thank you for thinking of me! There's so many upcoming things that would be total spoilers... 👀

I tag @onestormeynight @matchalovertrait and @nsb-chaos if you want to play!

Snippet #1

The return of the envelope is coming up.

Snippet #2

The colorful Christmas lights shine brightly. The kids run around and scream. The adults scramble in the kitchen to get the food out. Mateo is roughhousing with their cousins. Celia’s senses are getting overstimulated and she’s feeling close to a panic attack. Suddenly, a hand drops on her shoulder, heavy, reassuring.  Marco: ‘You okay, mijita? Celia: No.  Marco: Let’s get you somewhere quieter.

Snippet #3

Celia looks at her dad mockingly. He looks at her back worriedly.  Celia: No. She puts her head back on the window.  Celia: But I feel like I can finally breathe again.

[italljustkindahappened2]

https://www.tumblr.com/piperslovebot/766888528232710144/question-meme-001-send-me-a-ship-and-i-will

001 THE otp (you know :)) )

Okay. This is probably gonna be a long one so buckle up.

1. When I started shipping it, if I did: I do ship it and I honestly don’t remember when. I started probably even before I started watching the show tbh. I really liked Chenry when I was watching HD, so while I was looking up tiktoks about them, I also came across ones with Bomika and ig the rest is history!

2. My thoughts: Honestly they were the perfect example of opposites attract: intelligent, honest, hardworking Mika and innocent, naive, clueless Bose, I genuinely think that they canceled out each others negative qualities perfectly. Mika needed someone to help her take a chill pill sometimes and to help her realize that it’s okay to not be perfect, and Bose needed someone to help him be grounded, to take things seriously sometimes and get shit done.

3. What makes me happy about them: I’m so happy that both Luca and Dana (more Dana) have come forward and fully supported the ship, by liking edits of it and even going on insta live and saying it straight up. I think we needed that confirmation after what we went through with Chenry.. where we were like so is it happening or not??

4. What makes me sad about them; WE COULD HAVE HAD TWO MORE SEASONS WITH THEM?? Like I hate how we got the confirmation from Dana that the writers approached her and Luca and told them they were going to go the Chenry direction with them. It totally got our hopes up, and then… nothing. I mean I liked what we got I guess, even though it was little tiny minuscule snippets of jealousy, and pet names, and even the fake dating trope, but it wasn’t really enough for a true end-game confirmation in the actual show (and not just by the actors)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me/ things I look for in a fanfic: I haven’t really read that many (I will take your suggestions in the comments though) fanfics about them so I don’t really have preferences yet!

Who I’d be comfortable with them ending up with, if not each other: NO ONE. I’m kidding… or am I? Ehh it’s hard to decide I mean I liked Chamika and I tolerated Chiles. I did like Bose and Glerp but she was toxic to him (made him age hella) so I’m glad they ended that where they ended it. If Glerp didn’t have that effect on Bose or they somehow found a way to counteract it, that would’ve been nice to see more of.

My happily ever after for them: They have twins, a boy and a girl, he proposes to her in a lavender field and they have a small wedding with immediate family and friends. Mika goes to law school, Bose is a stay at home dad, they live in the suburbs of the Hamptons, in a big house from all the money they earned when Celia became mayor. They have two more kids and adopt a golden retriever.

Who is the big spoon/ who is the little spoon: Bose is the big spoon, Mika is the little spoon. End of discussion, argue with the wall.

What is their favorite non- sexual activity: Since they live near the beach in the Hamptons, they often take walks down there (ESPECIALLY in the summer). They like to set up a little picnic blanket, and take time to really just chill after a LONG time of just fighting crime. The kids play in the sand with the dog, and it’s just nice and peaceful.. exactly what they need.

[asfaltics]

a something of loose ends, words, looks, there was no retrieving

  a something of trouble and unease as it were black scratches on rough plaster   ₁ such a lot of loose ends   ₂   I could extract a something, of, at least   ₃ in new series of invention. Yet a something of consistency   ₄ and a something of interest   ₅ that’s the mystery. A few pence wrong in our accounts seemed to unfold to me a something of the purpose and aim of life, of which I had been till then ignorant   ₆   a something of a string-halt in the bargain, I need hardly say   ₇ seems to mount up to quite a lot of money in twenty years. Or was it not rather that a something of which they were both conscious,   and that had lain concealed; as an apparently dead dry stick in Eastern lands   ₈ in quo etiam erat aliquis quaestus; in which lay a something of gain   ₉   Compound interest, whatever that may be   ₁₀ and a something of self in all their speculations   ₁₁ She did not know.   ₁₂

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sources (their respective details at the more’s)

1 ex google books snippet view, page 95 somewhere in Vol. 5 (1966), The Dublin Magazine / more 2 this and other italicized passages from E. H. Young, Celia (1937) : 57 digitallibraryindia copy/scan, via archive.org / link Virago Modern Classics edition (introduction by Lynn Knight), borrowable at archive.org / link 3 entry for January 28, 1821, in Letters and Journals of Lord Byron : With Notices of His Life, by Thomas Moore. Complete in one volume. (Paris, 1831) / more 4 review of Francis Lathom, his The Fatal Vow; or, St. Michael’s Monastery (1807) in The Annual Review for 1807 (London, 1808) / more 5 Mrs. Kelly, The Fatalists; or, Records of 1814 and 1815. A Novel. (London, 1821) / more 6 The Fortunes of Woman : Memoirs, Edited by Miss Lamont. (London, 1849) / more 7 Texas and the Gulf of Mexico; or, Yachting in the New World, by Mrs. Houstoun (Philadelphia, 1845) / more 8 A Chequered Life by Mrs. Day (London, 1878) / more 9 Richard Horton Smith, Conditional Sentences in Greek and Latin, for the use of students (London, 1894) / more 10 E. H. Young, Celia (1937) : 117 digitallibraryindia copy/scan, via archive.org / link Virago Modern Classics edition, borrowable at archive.org / link 11 ex letter dated November 10, 1822, in Letters and Journals of Lord Byron (Paris, 1831), op. cit. / more 12 “She did not know. There seemed to be no clearness or simplicity in any human emotion, and life, which ought to have been noble, was cluttered with mistakes, words, looks, there was no retrieving. But, she thought, they might with patience, with care and courage, be overlaid by something better. But had she, did she want to exercise the patience and care and courage? Again, she did not know and her musings were interrupted by an imperative ring and knock.”       “She opened the door to a telegraph boy.” — E. H. Young, Celia (1937) : 333 digitallibraryindia copy/scan, via archive.org / link Virago Modern Classics edition, borrowable at archive.org / link

20250313 all a something of’s  

[themetaphorgirl]

the Lockwood & Co tag on twitter today is about Arif, so I figured I would share a snippet from a fic I started a while back!

(I’ll post more things soon, including a Patron Saint chapter that’s in progress- it’s just that on top of everything else we just found out our landlord is selling our house and we have to move, which is…a lot! I’m big stressed! but I’m trying to write!)

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The bell over the door jangled merrily as it opened and a light breeze ruffled the “grand opening” banner hanging overhead. “Hello, welcome!” he called from behind the register.

A little girl zipped ahead of her family and made a beeline for the candy display. “Ooh, Daddy, look!” she chirped, gazing at the jars of lollipops and taffy.

Her father held the door open as he ushered his wife inside. “Just a second, Jessa,” he laughed. “Wait for us to catch up.”

“Oh, it’s lovely in here,” the wife said. She had a blue and white striped baby sling crossed over her chest and she absently patted her baby’s back as she looked around. “Imagine, just a few months ago this was a taxidermist’s shop. This is…this is a drastic improvement.”

“Fewer things staring at you from the window,” her husband agreed.

He grinned. “Glad to hear it,” he said. He held out his hand. “I’m Arif, nice to meet you.”

“Donald Lockwood,” the young man said, shaking his hand firmly. He was in his thirties, tall and thin, and a pair of silver glasses perched on his nose. “This is my wife, Celia, and our daughter-”

The little girl ran over to them. “Hello!” she said, holding onto the edge of the counter and raising herself up on her tiptoes to be seen. “I’m Jessica Lockwood, I’m six years old, my favorite color is pink. What’s your favorite color?”

Arif blinked. “Um…green, I suppose,” he said. “That’s not a question I’m asked often.” He grinned. “But I could have guessed your favorite color.”

Jessica beamed at him. She was dressed in a pink romper and a pink floral shirt, with pink socks and a pink ribbon tied in her dark hair. “I’m awfully fond of pink,” she said. “My bicycle is pink, I rode my bicycle all the way here.”

“We live a few blocks over on Portland Row,” Donald explained. “It was a nice evening and we thought we’d take a walk before curfew.” He ran his hand lightly over Jessica’s hair. “Especially since this one has been so patient waiting for us to take her out on her bike.”

“We’ve been busy because we have a baby now!” Jessica said. She ran over to her mother, who was wandering around the shop looking at the shelves. “Mummy?”

“What, my darling?”

“I want to show Mr. Arif our baby!”

Celia Lockwood laughed and walked over to the counter. She was shorter than her husband but still rather tall and willowy; her long dark hair was tied in a loose braid down her back and her dark brown eyes were identical to her daughter’s. “Sorry, I got a bit distracted,” she said. She drew the edge of the wrap back. “Here he is, although I’m afraid he’s fast asleep right now.”

“That’s Ani,” Jessica informed him.

“It’s Anthony, actually, but we didn’t factor in a six year old’s inability to pronounce that name properly when we made that decision,” Donald said with a proud smile.

“Well, hello, Anthony,” Arif said to the sleeping baby. “How old is he?”

“Three months,” Celia said proudly. She ran her fingertips lightly over the soft dusting of dark hair on the baby’s head. “It’s been a bit of an adjustment getting used to having two children in the house, but Jessica’s been an angel.”

Arif crossed his arms and leaned on the counter. “Oh, so you’ve been a very good big sister?” he asked Jessica. She nodded solemnly. “Well, very good big sisters deserve treats.”

He went over to the bakery caseline and took out a vanilla cupcake topped in pink strawberry frosting. Jessica’s eyes went owlishly round. “Oh!” she said. “Thank you!”

Donald picked her up and set her on his hip so she could see better. “That looks like it was made for you,” he laughed. He kissed her cheek, then wrapped his arm around Celia’s waist. “Here, you pick out something too, dearest.”

“Ooh, there’s too many options,” Celia said. “Everything looks so good. Do you make everything yourself, Arif?”

“My wife and I do, yes,” he said. “We’ve been trying to open a shop of our own for years.”

“Well, I have a feeling we’ll be giving you a lot of business,” Celia said.

She ended up choosing a slab of shortbread glazed with caramel and Donald picked a slice of German chocolate cake, and Arif packaged everything up as neatly as he could. “Mummy, what about the baby?” Jessica said. “He needs something too.”

“Not yet, darling, he’s still too little,” Celia said. “He needs to be a bit older.”

Arif rang them up for the cake and the shortbread, but he stopped Donald’s arguments before he could get started. “The cupcake is on me,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”

Nevertheless Arif caught Donald dropping several bills into the tip jar on the counter before he picked up the box, much more than the cost of the cupcake, but even if he hadn’t it was worth it to hear Jessica chattering happily to her parents about how excited she was. Through the window he could see her clambering onto her little pink bicycle; her parents followed behind her hand-in-hand, Donald holding the bakery box and Celia patting her sleeping son’s back.

“Nice family,” Arif said aloud to himself as he cleaned imaginary crumbs off his brand new countertop. “Very nice family, hope I see them again soon.”