Turtle & Canary; Sunday [05/20].

[special_rabbit]

Sure, Amaya had gotten used to coming into the shop and finding something surprising, and if she thought about it, she supposed she might have expected this one, but, still, it was a bit of a shock to step into Turtle & Canary that Sunday and find the place nearly littered with a various bits of macramé art. Which had apparently all been made by Apu over the last few days. When prompted for an explanation, he simply shrugged and said he had merely taken into account the suggestion that they learn about it before Wednesday.

"...are you even participating in the summer camp activities?" Amaya asked.

He wasn't. He just wanted to practice anyway. He said he wanted to give it a try and see what all the fuss was about, and once he started, he couldn't stop. And so now they had a store with an apparently soon-to-be-topical specific theme.

Which would explain the big "Half Off All Macramé Art" sign that was up in the window within the hour. And maybe Amaya finally got around to tossing up the "Now Hiring!' sign up there, too, just in the off chance any of the newer faces on the island were interested in some employment. Meanwhile, she was just going take one of those creepy macramé owls and...reverse engineer how it was made. Yeah, that was it.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Patchouli
Clove
Red

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine wasn't sure she was in the right place, but she was going to try.

"Do you sell rum here, and if so, how much do you think it'd take to bribe the average squirrel?"

She was unsure about these things.

[special_rabbit]

"We sell everything here," Amaya said.

Except duct tape, apparently. Who even knew why anymore?

"If we don't have it now," she amended, "we can get it in, but, believe me, we've got rum in spades. And I guess it'll depend on which squirrel you're bribing and what you're bribing them for. Can't go wrong with a bottle of something nice, though, they'll likely get a few good hours out of it."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Wait," she said, frowning. "Did you say a few hours for a bottle?"

Did squirrels have livers?

[special_rabbit]

Super-livers, apparently.

Amaya grinned faintly. "In my experience with the squirrels on this island so far," she offered, "if the mood strikes them, they're fond of sharing. And usually that mood goes along with someone else footing the bill. But be careful when you start gettin' involved in squirrel bribery. Once you start, they start to...expect it. Good luck if you start in now, and then everything else you do on the island suddenly becomes an opportunity for extortion."

Squirrels, she found, no matter where she lived, seem to have very loose morals.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Ugh." There was so much feeling in that syllable. "So if you, say, only used it when you really wanted to be left alone for a while and didn't do it a lot, would they still be ridiculous about it?"

[special_rabbit]

Amaya shrugged. "They usually are pretty good about that," she admitted. "They can be shifty little rascals sometimes, but they do seem to have a decent respect for privacy, more often than not. Honestly, it's probably best not to try to analyze their motives too much, because who can ever tell with squirrels? But, yeah, sure, if you just want a little time to yourself without their beady little eyes peekin' in on you, a bottle of rum is just the thing to get them conveniently distracted. Might not even need to be anything too fancy if it's just for a few hours or so. They're excitable enough to not care in the moment."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Fine." She could deal with that, probably. She looked around. "Where can I find this stuff?"

[special_rabbit]

"Ailse Handwavey," Amaya nodded, adding a gesture. "Can't miss it. And, hey, when you pick out something you like, I'll even throw in this nifty macramé bottle cozy for free. Today only."

She thought about actually trying to sell the thing, but she honestly just wanted all this stuff gone.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"...Sure," she said, heading to that aisle and coming back a few minutes later with two bottles. She figured at first that she'd keep one in the room and one in the warehouse, but let's be real. The warehouse was where the explosives were going. "This better be good enough for them."

[special_rabbit]

"If it isn't," Amaya offered, moving to ring the girl up, "well, at least you know where to find more. I can try to put in a good word for you, too, if you like. I'm sort of new to the whole gig, but they seem to like me well enough. That's another thing you could try; get in good with whoever's the broadcaster on the day after...whatever it is you're up to. Sure, if it makes it into the notes, they'll at least know about it, but one person's better than the whole island."

And now Amaya was a little curious whether the girl was up to something, or if it was just a good, honest desire for privacy, the latter of which she could certainly understand. Zounds, even the first one, too.

"I do the Thursday morning for Wednesday, if that helps," she offered.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Thanks. It does," Sabine said, a little surprised at how nice she was being. "I haven't been able to wrap my head around everyone being okay with being watched by rodents all the time."

Yeah, not up to anything. Just a private person.

[special_rabbit]

"I think it's more..." Amaya thought for a second, "just putting up with it than it is being okay, for most people. That'd be kinda like being mad about the sun being too bright. Can't really do much about it, so you just sort of...put up with it."

She shrugged. "Anyway, your total will be Handwavey dollars and handwavey cents, with two..." she sucked in a breath, looked momentarily ill, "uh, beautiful, free bottle cozies thrown in. And what's your name? So I know who to look out for when I get my notes?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sabine," she said, getting out the money to pay and hand over. She was very grateful for the bank that could change over from credits. "So if you're Thursday morning, you'd be...?"

[special_rabbit]

"...reporting on what happens on Wednesday," Amaya offered with a nod as she bagged stuff up. "So that might be a good day for some private time if you need it; I'll try to used discretion if your name pops up, outside of the Wednesday summer camp activity, anyway.

"Name's Amaya, by the way," she said as she handed over the bag, the clanking of the bottles nicely reduced by the cozies. "Amaya Blackstone. Nice to meet you, Sabine. And good luck with those squirrels."