Date: 2011-08-02 04:09 pm (UTC)
Puck pops up onto one of the tables, a long one strewn with cutting boards, abandoned produce, and knives.

It looks as though there was some kind of struggle, but nobody's here.

"How perfectly dreadful," he murmurs absently, kicking at a half-head of lettuce.
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