Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Another week, and still no word from Iris. There was, however, some new soap, which Sparkle was giving a thoughtful once-over as he settled in for his shift today. It was unscented; he suspected he was going to have to touch base with Fenris over what oils or whatever were to go into different kinds. He didn't know Iris' exact recipe or anything, but he was willing to experiment, and he did know enough to figure out which bars needed, say, a handful of rose petals in them or whatever.

He left a note for Fenris to find, telling him that he'd come in over the weekend to help him figure out scents for soaps if Iris wasn't back again by then, and then busied himself today by settling in with the stuff he'd picked up for making bath bombs.

Baking soda, citric acid, epsom salt...

He was kind of getting into the swing of this one, yeah, doing his experimentation with oils now to figure out what combinations would work well in soaps for later.

All in all, it was a productive day. But so help him, if Iris never came back? He was letting Fenris run the place, dammit. He had already inherited one business that way.

[OOC: Open!]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Back to the forge it was today, and Fjord was perfectly happy with that. He had his sword to finish working on, finally happy with the shape and getting to the point where he was ready to start tempering the blade. And he had a wealth of weapons that needed to be put back on display after Amaya had taken them out for... whatever it was you took an army's worth of weaponry off to a warehouse for... which he was going to get to doing first and foremost, mostly to get it out of the way.

... But also at least partly because he'd gotten into the habit of drinking coffee with Amaya in the mornings, and he'd rather not have to put his sword to the side if he wanted to drink it when he could just as easily put down the flail he was trying to get up onto the wall instead.

These were the important lessons of apprenticeship, right here.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

The flowers were behaving today, with just occasional chirrups and humming to show it wasn't a usual flower shop. A few of the plants near the door caught at his sleeves until he moved them someplace warmer, but that wasn't too bad. The kittenwillow was determined to curl up on top of Peter any time he sat still for a minute.

Peter ended up doing the books, ordering holiday arrangements, and preparing for the potential onslaught of baby flower orders Kaidan had warned him about.

Covent Garden was open!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[dubstepthanos]

The doors opened on Wednesday, as they hadn't in some time.

Cable flipped the We're Open! sign on the door, then retreated inside. Was that a new shotgun attached to his hip? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.

Enter the store, and you'd find him behind the counter, flipping through channels on what looked like an ancient radio.

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