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Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 09/06 ]

Coming into work today, Turtle decided that it was going to be a nice, quiet day. No real working or number crunching or stocking, because her head hurt from the rum she knew she shouldn't have let the squirrels bargain her into having. There was a sign on the cash register asking that everyone, please, keep their inside voices, and she clung to a bottle of aspirin and a pot of coffee, even though the latter tasted gross. The former didn't, though. It was a bottle of those chewable kids' aspirins that tasted like fake cherry.

Today's Squishy flavors: Cherry, Grape Judas, Purple Flavor

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Quietly, please!

"Good afternoon!" Marco said perkily as he walked in.

"Blarg," was all Turtle had to say to that right now.

"You okay?" Marco asked, still amused.

"Never make a deal with a squirrel," Turtle informed him by way of an answer. "They are evil and nefarious and always have ulterior, hidden motives."

"Well...d'uh." Marco said wisely.

"There were skunks involved!" Turtle argued. "Did you see the skunks yesterday? Would you want them hanging around a studio during your broadcast? I think not."

"So you sicked the squirrels on the skunks?"

"No." Turtle did not look pleased. "They sicced the skunks on me. I can just picture the little rodents in their squirrel board meeting. 'Oh, har har, won't it be so funny to bring all the skunks in here to bug Turtle on her audition night! So, so funny!'"

Marco wasn't laughing, really.

"Turtle!"

Yes, it was the usual battle cry. And Jeff came bearing an exceptionally large jam sandwich, too. "I brought a jam sandwich!" In case she hadn't noticed.

Turtle winced at the usual battle cry, as much as she always liked it, but she managed to get a small smile out at Jeff. "That's right," she said. "You were going to bring me one today. Thank you."

He put the sandwich down on the counter. "I wasn't certain if you'd remember," Jeff said, "You were a bit soaked last night."

Turtle frowned a little miserably at that. "Was it that obvious?" she asked, worriedly, and then glanced over at the sandwich. She slowly started to pull it across the counter, closer to her, so she could start nibbling at it because she was feeling a little peckish.

There was a moment, right there, where Jeff glanced up at the ceiling as if he expected a flashback to magically arrive, adding some ironic point to his reply, which was a simple, if eloquent, "Just a bit."

Turtle frowned at a response like that, tearing off a small corner of the sandwich and popping it into her mouth. "It was a small price to pay," she decided, with steel resolve in her words, "for getting those skunks out of the studio."

"They were a bit disruptive," Jeff had to agree, leaning over the counter, "although technically, I think it might've been a better idea just to let the skunks have the drinks until they passed out."

This looked to be a general store; Eliza was going to hope very much that it was, despite the name which implied it sold animals and related supplies.

She smiled at the girl behind the counter. "Good afternoon," she said. "Might I ... request your assistance?"

"Good afternoon!" Turtle, of course, recognized a new person when she saw one (you could almost smell them, really), and so she made sure that her greeting was bright and chipper and conveying a great eagerness to help. "And you certainly might...may. You sure came on the right day, ma'am, because I'm the co-owner of this fine establishment, so getting you what you need won't be a problem at all. How can I help?"

"You are too kind," Eliza smiled, dropping her a quick curtsy. "I might have mistaken you for one of my students, had you not declared yourself to be one of the owners here. My name is Miss Bennet, and since arriving here I've found myself lacking many ... essentials which one might require for daily existence. I have enough dresses, thank goodness, but I have been subsisting on tea which comes in small paper bags, and I am nearly out of ink."

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Turtle really couldn't help her continued grin. "Oh, no, I'm one of the students, too; your assumption would have been right. My name's Turtle Wexler, and it's very nice to meet you, Miss Bennet. Tea and ink are no problem at all! We've got some nice loose teas that I've started stocking about a year ago," congruent, of course, with about the time she started dating Jeff, "and, while we mostly stock ink pens, we do have artists ink and India ink and those cute little bottles available in the writing aisle down that way. Surely, though, if we're talking about essentials there's got to be more than just tea and ink..."

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Wexler," Eliza said. "There are pens which contain ink? That would be terribly convenient, if not for how messy it must be."

She bit her lower lip. "As for essentials, I'm afraid I haven't much of this world's money. Though I am teaching, which means I should be receiving money at regular intervals. I must confess to never being employed before; perhaps I'm mistaken how the arrangement goes."

"I could very easily set you up with a tab, Miss Bennet, a sort of credit of a kind," Turtle assured her. "I've done it for a lot of people, since so many people come from so many different places with different money and that sort of thing. And, I assure you, and inkpen is anything but messy. Well, unless you're left handed, and then sometimes, it smears against your hand, you know, but they're very neat. Almost anyone who comes from somewhere that doesn't have them love them. I'm pretty fond of them myself. I like using pen. It's much stronger than using a pencil, because, when you use a pen, it shows you mean business and are unfaltering in what you are writing!"

"I write with my right hand," Eliza reassured her, lifting it with a smile. "I'm living in a basement apartment, and let us allow a moment to be grateful that my mother may never hear of this. There are unmarried men in that house, after all."

She seemed mostly amused by the idea, herself.

"If these pens have your recommendation, we must investigate them. As for the rest ..." She hesitated. "The room is very much mine, and I may do as I see fit. There is very little I need, most of the essentials are covered."

The room did not, however, have a sense of being hers, just yet. Hardly surprising, as she had only packed for a small stay with her aunt and uncle.

It was the tone of amusement in the way that Miss Bennet mentioned her living situation that made Turtle decide she really liked this woman at this moment and she smirked a little herself. "Oh, well, we also have a lovely assortment of home furnishing and decoration items right down aisle ~~handwavey~~, if you'd like to have a look. Or I could get Apu to help show you. "Maybe something might jump out at you as something to really make you feel at home."

"I thank you," she said. "It would be especially nice to get myself my own tea-kettle instead of having one on loan. And I suppose it couldn't hurt to look around some, could it? Perhaps find one or two things that might make my home a little ... cozier."

Eliza was doomed.

"Here." Turtle took a second to fish out from a drawer under the counter a pen and a little notepad of paper. "Borrow this. This way, you can jot down all the things you can see that you might like to get so you don't forget. It can be easy to forget, especially if you've got so many things to look for. And see? You can even give these pens with the ink already in them a try and see how you like using it before you decide on purchasing some."

Eliza turned the pen over and back again. "Marvelous," she said. "I shall return these, hopefully in pristine condition. I hope these aren't too dear. I've not been told what a teacher's salary is to be; but then, I haven't many expenses, at present, have I? I should hope I can indulge, however lightly."

So doomed.

Turtle gave her hand a dismissive wave. "They're a dime a dozen," she assured Miss Bennet, and then quickly rectified herself. "Well, not really, that's just a turn of phrase. They're actually about a buck fifty a dozen, for the really cheap ones, which is still a pretty good deal. And I'm sure that we'll work something out, so don't worry."

"Thank you," she smiled. "And I confess, I haven't quite understood how your money relates to ours, just yet. "Lady Ghanima taught me to count it properly and what it all meant, but I don't quite understand the ratio, back to pounds."

Probably for the best, as two centuries' worth of inflation hadn't been kind to it.

NO I DID NOT FORGET. SHH.

I will disappear for work a little later, but it'll just be a brief blip!

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