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A frown was etched on Primrose’s face, as was often the case; this frown was not one of displeasure, however, but of deep, intense concentration. His hands moved with the utmost precision and care as he separated a single ambrosia flower into all of its different parts. Petals were delicately plucked so as not to bruise or tear and set in a pile; leaves were likewise laid aside, later to be hung up to dry. The stems were cut so that sap could be squeezed out a...

Over time, Yoshino had perfected the art of hitting up their favorite places around Burrowgatory during low-traffic periods. They didn’t mind the noise of other people so much, but they hated being jostled around in large crowds and having to keep their wings folded tightly against their body to prevent them getting caught or pulled on something. Yoshino’s whole job revolved around spending time with other buns that they often didn’t think particularly hig...

Honestly, Morgaine had come to really enjoy the gardening aspect of tending the ambrosia flowers in the greenhouses. It was physical work without being overly strenuous, and the aspect of being able to see one’s progress rewarded as you went along made it easy to stick with. When he and Dove arrived at the Embassy that day and were informed by Primrose that the beds of ambrosia the two of them had personally planted were ready for harvest, Morgaine was supreme...

Another day, another visit paid to the Heavenly Embassy. Despite how far out of his usual way it was, Morgaine had enjoyed incorporating these trips into his routine. The long walks gave him quiet time to think, and he always enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere of the Embassy, compared to the more bustling streets of Burrowgatory. Well, usually...

“I have another delivery that I’d appreciate you making, if you have the time,” Primrose said once he and Morgaine had finished with another day’s watering of the ambrosia beds.  “Yeah?” Morgaine asked, taking a moment to straighten the emptied watering cans before glancing back up at him. If there was a slight note of skepticism in his voice regarding the request, he felt he could be forgiven for it - th...

Lian fought back a yawn as they stood in line for the checkout counter, a basket weighing down their other arm. No matter how they always planned to buy healthy ingredients when they paid a visit to this grocery store, they inevitably ended up with more snacks and frozen meals than fresh fruits and vegetables. Fresh foods were just so much more expensive, and finding the time and energy to cook full, healthy meals during the week before the ingredients went off ...

This was it. The moment of truth, the time of tribulations, the final countdown. The ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, a war waged between bun and mochi by way of a really big wooden mallet. None could say how many casualties there might be, nor how many would survive. In short: Morgaine was about to show this dough who. Was. Boss...

Lian hummed softly to themselves as they meandered along the shore, pausing every now and then to pick through the sand at their feet. They’d spent a bit too long staring longingly out the office window at the pristine summer days crawling by, and their assistant manager finally got fed up and told them to use some of their vacation days. It had been totally worth it, of course; it always was, she just usually needed a little push to actually get a vacation in...

“If I may ask,” Primrose began. He paused until Morgaine looked up from watering the ambrosia flowers and nodded for him to go on. “What exactly made you decide to start assisting with the greenhouses?” Morgaine shrugged, looking back down at the plot of flowers to make sure none of them were getting too much from the watering can. “Dove asked if I’d be interested,” they said simply. ...

So. The Heavenly Embassy, huh? It was nice enough, Yoshino supposed. Just another fancy neighborhood, all told. Yoshino had seen plenty like it before, but the residents and the little touches here and there that distinguished it from most Burrowgatory neighborhoods made a stroll around the place interesting enough, at least for the first visit. They didn’t have a particu...

Morgaine was well aware of three pairs of eyes fixed intently on him as he retrieved a fresh pitcher of iced tea and a jar of lemon-infused simple syrup, before pouring both into the waiting cocktail shaker on the bar. He shook the mixture with more of a flourish than usual, making sure that it was good and thoroughly blended, then swept up a chilled martini glass and poured the mixed tea into it in one fluid motion. He popped a lemon slice onto the rim of the g...