Pick Your Poison, Wednesday
The place kind of looked like nobody had been here in nearly a month. Which he would have expected to some degree, between, like, visitors and less alive visitors and break and homecoming, he supposed, but he was kind of surprised, with all the layers of dust that had settled in, that it meant Iris wasn't back yet, either. He knew she had a shit-tonne of plants upstairs in that room he couldn't get to, and he was faintly worried about those. Maybe he'd, like, leave her a message asking if there was anything he needed to do about that.
And then, that done, he gathered up some cleaning supplies and set right to work dusting the shit out of the place.
Because honestly now. A dusty store that sold luxury bath supplies just wouldn't do.
[OOC: Open!]

Page 1 of 4