Fandom Clinic, Monday 5/30

[stykera]

Mondays, even holidays, meant clinic shifts for Stark and clinic shifts meant he stopped off for coffees for everyone before arriving.

"It's butter pecan flavored," he told the nurses, "I thought that was just an ice cream but they had it as iced coffee. And frozen." His was frozen, with a truly excessive amount of whipped cream.

The nursing staff happily accepted their caffeinated offerings. "It's a grilling holiday," one warned him, "we could get some minor burns. Hopefully not but it's always best to be prepared. Stay away from any wildlife having cookouts, okay?"

Stark sighed a little, shook his head, and settled himself at the desk.

The clinic was open, the alien was in, and all the staff were hoping nobody grilled their hands or accidentally burned off any eyebrows today.