fandomtownies | The Magic Box, Tuesday

Norman had almost not come in to work again this week. Sure, he could swim just fine, but the ghosts around the island this week seemed a little more, um, bashful than usual, so he couldn't even ask them what the safest route was via... weird green pipes. He'd just turn toward one and they'd blush and cover their eyes, holding still until he pretended to be looking away again.

It... wasn't super useful.

But he'd figured it out, eventually. Sure, he'd been jumped at by a few fish, but... they were fish. He'd been thrown around by a screaming poltergeist who could rearrange reality itself once. He wasn't going to sweat it too much over a few fish.

Anyway, when he finally made it in to work, no thanks to the ghosts, he kind of frowned at the stock.

"I... hope people like mushrooms, I guess."

A beat.

"Wait, is that a flying carpet??"

Clearly Norman was going to have to poke at his stock a little more thoroughly before actually selling anything today.

[OOC: Open!]