2nd Hat

[busy_fists]

[Phone]

Well, you heard that little girl on the phone yesterday!  Let's get decorating!  Maybe we can make it into a kind of neighborhood competition - the best decorated house on each street wins a prize.  What do you say?

[Action; 311 Miller Street]

[Well, Thanksgiving and the nuclear wasteland that apparently comes with it in Mayfield is over.  And

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Action - Miller Street

[pinkscarflady]

[The wife is down on the lawn, sipping from her ever present Martini glass thoughtfully.]

Do you think you could get it a little higher? And perhaps a bit to the left?

[busy_fists]

[Leeeeaaaaaning...]

Like this?

[He holds the lights up a little higher.]

[pinkscarflady]

That's it. Now move the green ones just a smidge to the right.

[And she'll just stand on the lawn drinking. So helpful...]

[busy_fists]

The green ones...

[Dad rights himself on the ladder after hanging that part of the chain, peering at it for a few moments before locating a few green bulbs in a row.]

...all right. How's this?

[Stretching the cord a bit to move them over.]

General Store

[infinitemars]

[Kira's probably only buying a few things, since the family more or less all cooks, so her cart looks nothing like Dad's. In fact, Dad's cart looks nothing normal, and when she sees it, she can't help but pause, before hiding a smile.]

Um, excuse me, why do you have so much shaving cream?

[busy_fists]

[Dad smirks a little.]

I like to be prepared.

[infinitemars]

For what? That looks like what my husband and his best friend would get for plotting pranks... Otherwise, it's mostly useless, isn't it? That much, I mean.

[busy_fists]

Haha, good eye! Shaving cream makes a nice whipped cream substitute in a pinch if you need to throw a good pie.

[Dad rubs his chin a bit.]

Not that I don't need it for shaving too, of course. I like to keep a lot on hand. You never know when you'll be caught away from home.

[Action; Achewood Bakery]

[lunawolves10th]

Excuse me, may I purchase a chocolate cake?

[busy_fists]

Chocolate cake? You got it. Just a minute.

[Dad disappears behind the huge pile of cream pies that is, by this point, easily obscuring anything else they happen to have. Chocolate cake is a bakery mainstay, though, so he does bring one around in a few moments.]

There you go. Uh, that'll be...

[Pausing to look at the price, lol 1950s.]

...four dollars.

[Yeah, that sounds about right, by the mun's incredibly rough estimates.]

Achewood Bakery

[change_seasons]

Hello, I am wondering if I can place order?

[The older man smoking a cigarette and looking around at the baked goods finally stopped to ask an employee.]

[busy_fists]

Czernobog, right? Of course - what can I do you for, friend?

[Dad leans over the counter all friendly-like. He's kind of getting into this job.]

[change_seasons]

Ah, familiar voice. Good to match to face.

[That draws a smile.]

I wish to order sugar cookies made to look like sun.

[busy_fists]

Like the sun, huh? So... just plain round ones? Do you want any kind of yellow frosting or something on them?