Quince

A pointed pink snout gently rolled an apple across the ground. Though it veered off course more than once, the cute and fluffly stroodle was determined to safely navigate it to its destination. After making sure to wrangle it back on track, give it a few nudges here and there, the apple was once again rolling around at a steady pace. Finally, one last push had it softly bump into the shoe of a certain cheerful, fruit themed woman. "Oh, nice job Mademoiselle! What a lovely apple you f...

Hutch had been… not much help to Madeira in learning about imps and their color changes.  They seemed to have some kind of weird feud going on with another imp shop that sold more ‘unique’ ones or something. She wasn’t really going to get into the middle of that, but she did opt to head there one day before the diner’s opening.  She’d convinced Pectin to come with her for once, though her chirop wasn’t...