Tonight: Surprise Potato Festival!

[caulkhead]

Not, in fact, a fic prompt*, but a somewhat unnerving sign in the dining room of the hotel we are staying at. I just hope they're not surprising potatoes.

*though if anyone feels like it...

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[legionseagle]

"Now, Martin, when you're doing the walk-round I want you to be particularly careful to note the thermostat settings. I'm told -- though I shall, after this trip, take enormous care to forget again -- that the wretched tubers are particularly sensitive to extremes of heat or cold. Too low, and the wretched things first freeze, then shrink and shrivel. Too high, and they bolt like a minor character in a Jilly Cooper novel."

"What sort of person hires a private jet to fly two tonnes of assorted spuds to Switzerland?"

"A very rich one, my little chickadees. Beyond that, I neither know nor care. All we have been told is that he has planned a nice surprise for the guests at the hotel he owns, and MJN Air has been tasked with delivering an essential component."

"Brilliant! I love surprises!"