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Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 03/03 ].

Being gone for an entire week had left Turtle feeling just a wee bit restless regarding the store, so she came in, when she wasn't in class, in on of the days where just Apu was on duty, to catch up on everything from sales reports to just sitting behind the register because it was comfortable and familiar and awesome. There was certainly more than enough housekeeping to work on, and having stuff to do made her pretty content.

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Thank you, come again!

Because if people didn't interrupt her working on her computer or on her files, she'd probably never stop. Ever.

After finishing his phone call with Rikku, Reno burst through the door of T&C, stun baton in one hand and his shoulders heaving from the run.

"I need diapers, a crib, a blanket, baby food an' wipes, an' fuzzy things that squeak," he barked. Because this was Serious Business, dammit.

Turtle...was just going to stare a moment, because that was quite the thing to pull her away from the weekly sales report. She blinked, shook her head, and then let everything register.

"...Sudden baby?" she guessed, because, around here, that happened, and she felt a sudden drop of heavy dread in the pit of her stomach because she hated dealing with sudden kids.

... That was actually a very good question. Reno didn't really know what the heck was up.

"Sudden baby-related emergency of some kind," he clarified, already making his way around the store in an attempt to sniff out the diapers. "You got all that stuff? You'll be makin' a killin' if you do, yoto."

Now that wasn't so good of a question. Turtle grinned a little, though faintly, as the fear of inexplicable children struck a little closer now than it had the last time something like that happened, and it made her actually work a little toward her typically winning sales persona.

"Of course we do," she said. "We've got mostly everything here at Turtle & Canary. The baby stuff is all very conveniently together in Aisle ~~Handwavey~~."

Reno nodded his thanks and gave her a quick thumbs-up before taking off toward Aisle ~~Handwavey~~ at a run.

It was probably all of five seconds before he could be heard yelling from down the aisle.

"Nobody told me diapers come in different freakin' sizes, dammit!"

Turtle thought about this for a moment.

"Maybe," she yelled back, congenially, "you should get one of each size, just in case! You can never be too prepared for baby-related emergencies, you know!"

... That was actually a pretty good plan. Huh.

A moment later, Reno could be seen tearing by to grab a shopping cart. He was going to be needing it. And then he was gone down the aisle again, grabbing several packages of diapers to toss into it.

Another minute passed. There was some clattering, some rustling, and then a cacophony of squeaking sounds.

"You think it means anything important if the taggie says ages three an' up?" He called again. "I dunno how old the kid is!"

Sure, Reno was running around like a crazy thing, but it was precisely the kind of running around Turtle liked to see.

She was a little apprehensive about the squeaking, though she couldn't fault him at all, considering he'd set her up for another perfect suggestion.

"It's more of a suggestion than a rule!" she called. "But you'd better get a range. A kid without toys to distract him is bad. Or her! Better get a balance between boy, girl, and gender neutral ones!"

.... That was a pretty good idea too, actually.

The squeaking subsided (for the most part. Squeaky toys were actually pretty distracting) just long enough for Reno to poke around the shelves some more. The sound of something large and heavy landing on top of a cart full of diapers and fuzzy baby toys was probably loud and clear, and then, yet again, Reno was hollering.

"Strained peas or mashed peaches???"

THIS BABY STUFF WAS DIFFICULT, OKAY?

Turtle didn't even have to think about her responses at this point.

"Both!" she called out. "A balanced diet is important for a growing child!"

"Thanks!"

Reno was vaguely aware of the metaphorical dollar signs that were floating through the air around the cash register right about then. He made a grab for a jar of baby wipes, thought better of it and grabbed a second, and then reached for a baby blanket and came wheeling around the corner with a full cart, his stun baton still in one hand, and a baby rattle held in his teeth.

He grunted something around the rattle that more or less translated to 'charge it, yo' while he dug around in his pocket for his wallet.

When Reno came around that corner, Turtle nearly swooned.

"Sure thing!" she chirped, ringing up all the items with an impressive, well-trained and eager speed.

He passed her his credit card, and stared at the cart filled with random baby stuff.

...

"Might as well charge me for the cart, too."

If the situation was as serious as Rikku made it sound on the phone, he wasn't going to have time to run laps or bring it back, okay?

That caught Turtle a little. "You really want to buy the cart?"

Not that she'd mind selling it, of course. Not at all. She just wanted to make sure because this all seemed too good to be true. She'd ask Apu to pinch her later if that didn't risk sexual harassment.

"You gonna ring it through or not, Wexler? I got places to be, yo."

He was kind of dancing from foot to foot, now.

"I'll find some kinda use for it somewhere down the road, anyhow. C'mon, c'mooon."

"Just make sure," Turtle said, estimating the cost of a cart for sale before punching it in, "that, if you do anything with it that might sully the T&C name, you remove the logos from it first. Not that I think you will." Which might not have been necessarily true. "I'm just covering all my bases, here."

"Good bases to cover," Reno agreed. "That'll be the first thing I do when the random baby-related emergency is taken care of, zoto."

That was Reno's solemn word, for all that it was probably worth.

"Been good doin' business with you, Turtle. Thanks for the help, yo."

He had noooo idea how he was getting all of this stuff up to the third floor of the dorms, but he supposed he would wing it once he got there.

"Oh, no, Reno," Turtle said, imagining the spike in the sales for today. "Thank you."

I'm slow, my computer's slow and I think my email is gerbroken.

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