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Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 07/12 ].

As much as she enjoyed being a pony for a while, Ariel was relieved to find out that she was still able to turn back into a human. Sure, she loved legs and having four were fantastic, but she missed having feet and you really got to appreciate the fact that you always had hands once you were stuck with hooves. Plus, she was exhausted. Frolicking and galloping everywhere really took a lot out of a girl!

But now it was back to business, and she supposed she couldn't be blamed for putting some horse inspired fashion front and center in the shop today.

The NOW HIRING! sign was still in the window and Pixie Dust is open!

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Because you can!

Because she's always happy to help!

Chuck hadn't been a horse all weekend. But not having to deal with having hooves at all was as good a reason to celebrate with coffee and cookies in town as turning back after was, he thought.

And being out in town and knowing someone who worked in town and might be there was a good reason to show up at her work. With cookies. There was logic. It was not just an excuse to see her. And bring food. Clearly.

... He'd way overthought this, as with most things.

But at least to start, he came out with a more normal wave of greeting and a "Not too busy?" just in case she had actual work to be doing, rather than... the not work that was his visit.

As if Ariel could ever be too busy for cookies that just happened to be with someone who just happened to visit her while he happened to be in town.

She'd just finished getting a horse skirt (http://www.propervintageclothing.com/images/bottoms/60s-horse-skirt-sm.jpg) onto a mannequin as Chuck came in, instantly brightening, though her mood was pretty shining to begin with. "Chuck! Hi! No, not at all. What's up? Looking for a new pink shirt, by any chance?"

"I... hadn't really thought about my pink shirt needs," he admitted. "I mean, I don't own one. But I don't know if that means I should have one..." That was a nice round-about way of saying no, he was not looking for a pink shirt.

"Are you specifically trying to sell people pink shirts this week?"

"No," Ariel shrugged a little, with a faint grin. "Just trying to sell one specific pink shirt to any boy that'll take it. I'm pretty much convinced there's a buyer out there somewhere, he just hasn't come in yet."

"It's not still the same pink one you were trying to talk me into before, right?" It was about a year ago, so he was assuming not, but... It didn't hurt to check.

"Same one," Ariel admitted with a laugh. "At this point, I almost wonder if I'll be sad to see it go."

"I'm sure it knows you're trying to find it a good home!" he offered, then frowned, realising what a weird comment that really was, and shook his head.

Moving swiftly on!

"But uh, no, not looking for a shirt. Pink or otherwise. I was just here, and I figured since it was... a day, that you might be here and might appreciate a visit." And cookies, which he indicated by raising his paper bag.

"You know I'm the manager of this place now," Ariel offered, with a grin toward the bag, and mostly so she didn't seem too eager about what might be in the bag by asking about it right away, "so good thinking that I might be here on....a day."

She bit her lip, wondering if she should stall a little longer, but decided that she couldn't. "What'd you bring?"

"White chocolate and cranberry cookies," he answered, grinning in return. "It's no Cheeto pizza, but I thought... Well, they looked really good." They just did. Mmm.

"And hey, wow. Manager? That is pretty awesome. Congratulations!" He didn't know how long that'd been the case, but probably since the last time he'd spoken to her? Maybe.

White chocolate and cranberry cookies. Just watch as Ariel's eyes sparkle more with each additional word. "They sound better than good, they sound amazing!" she said. "And thanks! Hey, we can totally call them celebration cookies now, right?"

And that meant you didn't need to feel bad about eating all of them.

...Not that you would feel bad in the first place, of course.

Chuck grinned, putting the cookie (http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/brandied_cranberry_white_chocolate_chip_cookies/) bag down on her counter.

"I think we can," he decided nodding. "I mean, who can tell us not to, right? And promotion, I call that a big thing. I mean before, they were just regular cookies. This gives them purpose."

Ariel nodded solemnly, and thought she did a very good job of not letting her eyes drift to the tempting bag on the counter too much. "And therefor making them taste even better!"

That said, she felt proper reverence was given so that she could open the bag, take two cookies out, one for herself and one to pass on over to Chuck before lifting her in a cookie toast. "To promotions, and awesome people who bring cookies!"

"To that," Chuck agreed, happily tapping his cookie against hers. "I am liking this whole cookie toast thing. Who needs champagne!" Not them!

"I would try and claim this is better for us... but I'm not actually sure if that's true."

"You said they had cranberries, right?" asked Ariel after a delectable bite. "That's a fruit. Totally healthy."

"Totally." Even with the chocolate. "That's one of our five-a-day. There are just so many good reasons for cookies." Especially when there was sharing involved.

"So hey, did you have one of those pony-full weekends?" he wondered.

"Oh, you bet!" Ariel said happily with a laugh. "And as you can see," she motioned a hand toward all the clothes she'd been setting out, "I'm still in a horsing around kind of mood. What about you? I bet you would have made a great pony, Chuck."

"May have, but didn't," Chuck admitted. "I'm not that disappointed... Mostly because I think lack of opposable thumbs would've driven me crazy," he said, flexing the ones he did have illustratively.

"I like my fingers quite a lot..."

"Oh, I'm with you there," Ariel allowed, "but you may not have had fingers, but you had four legs. Really, it just meant you had to be more creative, or maybe get some help from someone; I managed to help Jono get his bandages on, even if it made me pretty dizzy to do it."

"... How did putting on bandages make you dizzy?" He was also kind of impressed she'd managed to put bandages on with hooves at all, but first things first.

"Well, because we didn't have hands," Ariel reminded him. "So I had to take one end of the bandage and run around Jono in circles to get it to wrap around his face."

It was a very uncertain, reluctant Alice who came in to Pixie Dust on her lunch break, looking quite hesitant and sure that some of the clothing might leap up from the racks and bite her.

"I ... believe I am in need of assistance," she called out, nervously, before she could change her mind and flee the other direction.

Ariel looked up from her display of horse earrings (http://www.rickcamerondesign.com/wildlife-jewelry-1/earrings/horseear.htm) at the sound of a familiar voice. "Alice!" she said, and she had to giggle a little because it was just weird to see her boss at her other job where she was the boss. "Hi! Sure! What can I help you with?"

"Are those earrings miniature horses?" Alice asked. Because no topic was off-topic, not when you were mad. "Or knights, perhaps? One could make a quite excellent chess display, if the latter. Knights, pawns, a queen and a rook ..."

If there was any chess-themed clothing in here, Ariel could make the easiest sale of her life.

Although, first, Alice should get to the matter at hand. And so she lifted the once-oversized, and now severely strained, shirt in order to show off her problem.

Which was a pair of jeans that had very nearly given up the ghost. They had been safety-pinned into place; the seams were frayed, and Alice had taking to patching them and sewing in pleats and panels where necessary. Anything to avoid this step which she now found herself facing.

"My bump is causing difficulties with my clothing," she said.

"Ah...ha," Ariel noted, after looking over some of the modification and tension the poor clothes had gone through, but she reminded herself that she once made a dress out of sails, she was in no place to judge. "And, yes, they are horse earrings. I'm doing a horse theme today, but I'm sure we can find something for you that might be more accommodating for you bump there."

Denial was a very difficult thing. And it had not been pleasant to Alice's clothing, either.

She would buy new jeans when this mishap was over.

"I've no aversion to horses," Alice said, "though I've no real preference for them, either. But I ... I am placing myself in your hands, here."

She drew a nervous breath before the rest piled out in a rush. "I tried to go into a clothing store, once before," she confessed, "and find the section for ... women who have bumps." Maternity. "I spotted a candy-pink shirt with 'Baby Love' written in sequins, and I fled. I would rather spend the next few months piecing together rags than wear clothing that assumes that gestation means I've replaced my mind with cotton candy."

That earned a little bit of an arch of Ariel's eyebrow, but for the most part, she looked thoughtful. "I don't think we have any clothes particularly for pregnant people," she admitted. "We could definitely order some, though, if you'd like, but the clientele for that particular market is a little lacking gin this area."

LOOK AT HER SOUNDING LIKE A MANAGER! Ariel was just pleased as punch that she managed to say all of that with a straight face.

"Are there any preferences or aversions to dresses?"

"Not so long as they've no need for petticoats underneath," Alice said. "Trousers are more practical, but I hardly think these count as practical for anything at this point."

Nor did they look all that pleasant. And a nice summery dress sounded delightful.

"How quickly might deliveries come in?" she asked. "Do you suppose there might be blouses without ... ridiculous sayings on them?"

She was coming around very, very slowly on this whole 'pregnancy' matter. Cutesy slogans were counterproductive.

"I can guarantee there can be blouses without ridiculous sayings on them," Ariel confirmed with a nod. "And I bet I can have some in by next Tuesday, if you want to swing by then. If you think your pants can hold out until then!"

Because the world can't end on Tuesday!

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