Pick Your Poison, Friday

[intraspective]

Since she had Sabine coming in today to take a look at the shop, Ino didn't linger too long in the backroom, tweaking and fussing with recipes, but instead spent the majority of her time going down her list and seeing what they had in stock, what they needed more of, what was going to need to be replaced shortly, and what was most popular.

Some of it, she was going to foist off on Sparkle when he was up to the whole working thing and, okay, some of it was getting dumped on him because he'd made her worry. Stupid minion.

Thinking about how she wanted her shop done up was a far more pleasing prospect than dwelling on her minion today.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free today!]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Like she'd promised, Sabine was here after class, looking around to get an idea of what she was working with. "Nice shop."

[intraspective]

"Thanks!" Ino grinned. "It ain't as grand as my dad's is, but then, that shop's been in our family for generations. How're you doin' today, Sabine?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I'm okay. Looking forward to this, actually," she admitted.

[intraspective]

"I'm glad," Ino said lightly. "Wouldn't it want it to be a chore!"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It never is."

Well. There was the time she had to paint the trooper station boring as literal punishment.

"So what were you thinking?"