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Carob was the first to find the flyer. It had been pinned to the banyan tree with a teaspoon, flapping just slightly in the wind like it knew how ridiculous it was.

FIVE HURT IN GAZEBO DRAMA
Local Brewmaster Suspected. Coffee Stains Incriminating.

She tapped it twice and announced to no one in particular, “I told you gazebos were structurally hostile.”

Amy poked her head out of the linen drying shed. “No, you said they were ‘liminal spaces for domestic deceit.’ That’s not the same as a health hazard.”

“You ever been in a gazebo during a high wind with someone named Derek? Exactly.”

Ricardo ran past them at an awkward crouch, muttering into a device. “…confirming perimeter breach… one is wearing a caftan, possibly hallucinating… I repeat, gazebo situation is active.”

Chico wandered in from the side trail, his shirt unbuttoned, leaf in mouth, mumbling to Kit. “I don’t know what happened. There was a conversation about frothed chalk and cheese, and then everything… rotated.”

Kit looked solemn. “Aunt Amy, he sat on it.”

“He sat on the gazebo?” Amy blinked.

“No. On the incident.”

Kit offered no further explanation.

From the underbrush, a low groan emerged. Thiram’s voice, faint: “Someone built a gazebo over the generator hatch. There are no stairs. I fell in.”

Amy sighed. “Goddammit, Thiram.”

Carob smirked. “Gazebo’d.”