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For once, Dan couldn't find Shibani in the back of the shop. The mountain of pillows that the sloth bun had accumulated was still piled high, but Shibani himself wasn't napping there - or even burrowed into the pillow mound itself. (Dan wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, but he had dug into the pile himself to check.) It was unusual for Shibani to be out and about without being at the mochi maker's side, but not unheard of. Still, he couldn't help but find himself just a little peeved. ...

I was no secret that Matentines was not Silver's cup of tea. He couldn't deny the instinctual urges he felt around this time of year, but he found the Church of Sulfur's need to make a holiday out of it… distasteful. To put it politely. He also knew that his sister felt very differently about the whole affair. Despite being litter mates, their view of the Church couldn't be more different. She'd taken a shine to the place, going to far as to leading other buns in prayer to any demon ...

The bell above the Paradise Café jingled merrily, announcing Peter's arrival. The dining room was quiet and mostly empty, save for a few buns who were doing exactly what he was; seeking a little quiet away from the rest of the Mochi Moon festivities. "Welcome in," Beanny called from behind the bar, smiling as she finished wiping down the mug in her hands. "Can I getcha anything?" "Not just yet, thanks." Peter returned the smile, but then his eyes wandered to the stools in front...