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Morgan's Hardware - Tuesday, 07/14

...he was going to have to break the whole 'friends with an angel' thing to Reid soon. He didn't want to, he was pretty sure it was going to be a mess, but not saying anything at all kind of felt a little slimy to him and he figured forewarned was forearmed, right? As long as Morgan broke it to him carefully, it shouldn't be a problem if they bumped into each other somewhere.

Like the store. Or the house. Where they both had at least some reason to be on occasion.

The problem was 'how', since he'd only have one shot at this. Which was why he was muttering to himself as he worked on his laptop behind the counter.

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Now Hiring!
The store was open.

[and flying OCD free!]

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As if Ino wouldn't be coming around to see what he had for her!

Which would be why, come her lunch break, she was bouncing into the shop with a hot chocolate--shut up, that totally counted as lunch--and beamed at him.

"I got your call!" Ino informed him. "Hi!"

He spun in his chair and gave her a wave.

"Hey, good to see you. Got something for you to look at.

"First things first, though. How you doing?"

"Pretty good," she chirped. "Had a talk with someone last night who needed it."

No Ino, you yelled, lectured, and raged. He cringed.

"And patched Edward up yesterday 'cause apparently he got his nose broken somehow, and I now know hair ribbons totally have attitude and mine and Elena's party was super fun last Thursday."

A beat.

"So. Pretty good." You know, if she ignored all the things that were less good and she was doing a pretty good job of that, really. "How 'bout you?"

He spread his hands.

"I've been worse. Mostly, it's been interesting. And I've been doing a lot of work to get a room finished up in the house I'm at. Reid, the teacher? he's moving in this week."

He patted the counter.

"Here, I was thinking something like this (http://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/38435/6h/www.improvementscatalog.com/images/en_US/local/products/248x/rolling-trellis-340261.jpg) for you, if you get what I'm doing here."

His version was a little more ornate, with some interesting woodwork along the sides, and nicer shelves she could mix and match, but the picture was about right. Space on the bottom for her trays, movable shelving to accommodate different plants and their growth, and plenty of room on the trellis for vines.

"I can make it rolling or stationary. Whatever way you prefer. And I'm totally up for your thoughts on materials."

"Lucky you know your way 'round fixing stuff up then, yeah?"

She tugged at her hair thoughtfully as she studied the design closely. "Rolling, I think," she said, tracing one finger down the side design. "So I can move it as I want."

She really needed to get rid of that spare bed in her room. This clearly was more important.

"So something that's... steady but not, like, super heavy, I guess," she mused, talking mostly to herself.

"I was thinking hardwood. Since it's a frame, it shouldn't be too heavy and I should be able to treat it so there's not too much discoloration. You have a preference on color?"

Ino contemplated that. "That's true, a frame generally isn't, like, super heavy. Uh, maybe--plum?"

Shhh. She liked purples. He could probably make that guess.

"I'll do you one better."

He slipped out from behind the counter and pulled up a wood sample (http://www.gilmerwood.com/images/12-09-02lum-purpleheart.jpg).

"How's purpleheart sound to you? I've got a line on it for a decent price, and it's a good solid wood. Even takes shocks pretty well."

"Oooooh," she said, utterly charmed. "I want that, please!"

He laughed, just a little, and put the piece aside.

"I'm gonna do some steel reinforcement, minor stuff that shouldn't effect the aesthetic. And, of course, the wheels, so you should be good for using it for transport too.

"Looking at the design and--" he held up a finger and pulled over a notebook before flipping through it until he found the right page, "considering the price of wood, I can do this for you for ~~very reasonable handwavey amount~~, half now and half on completion with a full money back guarantee if you don't want the finished product."

Because profit was one thing, but swindling kids? Not his game.

Edited 2009-07-14 17:04 (UTC)

She was getting a naturally purple rolling trellis with shelves.

Really, Ino was seeing no bad stuff about this. It was exciting!

"That sounds pretty good to me," she said, flashing him a brilliant smile. "Uh, you take debit, right? 'Cause I could go get the cash, if you need me too, but..."

Really, that was a pain.

He nodded and got onto the computer again.

"Yeah, I take debit. Not a problem."

It was a bit depressing to see so much money go just like that, even if it was totally worth it, and really it wasn't like she was spending it on much else besides...

Ino dug her card out and offered it to him to swipe. "How long do you think it'll take?" she asked.

He considered that for a moment as he swiped her card and typed in the number for the company before passing it back to her.

"Lemme see... a week for the wood to come in, and then, honestly, I should have it done in about a week after that, considering my schedule. I can't guarantee that, though, since I might get called to leave for a couple of days for my real job."

"You mean making shelving units for teenage girls isn't your real job?" she teased. "I'm totally in no rush, so that sounds definitely good to me."

Because, seriously, purple trellis. Purple. Trellis.

"I wish," he told her with a teasing smile of his own. His real job was pretty gruesome most of the time.

"And if that's good for you, it's good for me."

"What do you really do then?" she asked interestedly, after considering that answer.

"I was mostly kidding," he admitted, leaning on the counter, "but I work for the FBI. You know what I'm talking about? Like, with the 'FBI' and all."

Ino scrunched up her nose and thought.

"Some kind of cop-thing?" Maybe?

"Federal. I work for the government. Specifically, I work for the BAU, the Behavior Analysis Unit. We get the cases where the locals can't figure out what's going on or what to do about it, usually cause the unsub involved is pretty screwed up in the head. It's kind of gruesome work, is all, but it's what I do."

It's what he had to do.

Ino gave at that a long considering pause.

"Well," she said, giving that a bit of a shrug. "If it's your job, then you can't help it."

Even if her skin kind of crawled at the thought being analyzed.

"It's what I wanted to do. I used to be a cop, don't get me wrong, they do a lot of good work. But the BAU also helps teach cops how to do their jobs better. It's important, and the team we have is" thankfully "very good at what they do."

"I think it's kind of creepy," she opined. "Doing the studying how people react thing for a living."

Really, as part of everything else it was okay, but.

Yes, Ino lacked tact.

He wasn't offended. On the contrary--

"It's a pain sometimes, and yeah, it gets in your head.

"But someone's got to do it."

"Why?" Ino challenged.

"Because it's the most effective means of finding them and making sure that they don't destroy the lives of more victims."

"Why you though?" Ino asked, raising her eyebrows at him. "I mean, what's so appealing 'bout studying how people act to the point where you can really get a criminal."

Really now, criminals were kind of boring to Ino.

Why him? That was a pretty loaded question and not really the kind of thing he would share with a kid anyway, at least, not a kid who hadn't been in the same position. He had his reasons, good reasons, but they weren't the kind you shared casually.

"Because that's who I am. The appealing part? Is knowing that each time you get into their heads, you know more about the next one. The more you know, the quicker you can figure them out, the more you see when you look at a crime scene, the faster the puzzle pieces come together. And the faster you know them, the fewer bodies on the ground at the end of the day.

"That's why I do it."

"Seems like a thankless job," she observed neutrally.

That got a faint grin.

"Why do you think I got into carpentry?"

"'Cause you were coming to the island anyway," she said promptly. "The island does that."

He laughed.

"No way, Ino, I've been doing this for years. I was surprised to see this place didn't have a hardware store, though."

"Turtle & Canary is pretty good 'bout stuff like that," she explained. "They've got practically everything any one would need and the mainland is pretty close."

"But not a guy who'll make you a purpleheart wood trellis shelf," he reminded her with a quick grin.

"Definitely not," she quickly assured him. "And I'll love it, I know it."

Morgan smiled.

"Good. That's the important thing."

He glanced around the shop for a moment before--

"You need anything else? We've got gardening supplies in the back. 10% off for giving me some interesting carving to do."

Ino laughed. "See, now that's just a good way to keep me sticking around. I've got the basics, but maybe..."

Hm. Maybe Reno could use some stuff. Him and his beans.

"Hey, I have to keep my customers happy."

"I'm easily kept happy," Ino informed him.

This was a lie. Oh well.

"Do you have just the tools?" she asked. "Any sun lamps?" She could hope.

"Tools and sunlamps. The lamps are up top. You need any help getting 'em down?"

She pushed away the urge to retort that she could take perfectly good care of it herself, thanks, and shook her head.

"If you wouldn't mind?" Ino asked, looking winsome.

He looked at her for a moment before slipping out from behind the counter and heading to where the lamps were.

"You looking for big, little, medium?"

"Two mediums, please," Ino said, after a second to pause and think about it.

He looked up and steped on one of the stepstools to pull down two of the medium-sized lights for her.

"That right?"

"Yes, exactly," she said, grinning up at him.

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