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Fix & Clean-Wed Afternoon

The morning had started before the sun had fully risen, once again, for Dwight so by the time the shop was open, he had already been up and going for several hours.

The weather was definitely shifting and he made a mental note to take stock of what winter clothes he had and see what he needed to get still before the really frigid temperatures hit. Chances were it wouldn't be as bad as it was up in Maine most winters, but it still was a good idea to be as prepared as possible.

Sitting at the work bench, a large freshly topped off mug of coffee in hand, Dwight pulled out his phone to send off a quick text to a couple of his clients to give them a status update on their orders and to schedule meet ups and what not.

(Shop is open for visitors or texts!)

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Even with apparently teaching every first period class so far this week, Amaya had, of course, found plenty of time to work on her various projects. Or perhaps, more appropriately, Amaya was just the sort of person who managed to somehow be even more productive when busiest, as if that workaholic energy just fed its own ravenous self effortlessly.

Which was why she was waltzing into the Fix & Clean with a box and a folder tucked under her arm and a mission in mind after finishing up a few things in her own shop after teaching that math class.

"Well, Dwight," she said, shirking any typical greeting to get right down to business, "I hope yoi've got a gap in your agenda, because I've got for you here some prototypes," she did love her prototypes, "of Dr. Lecter's silverware set so you can make sure the shape and size of 'em'll fit nice and snug in that box of yours, and also, the final sketches on that new counter for the shop, if you're still interested."

As if he wouldn't be. Or as if she'd take her business elsewhere.

"Hey Amaya!" Dwight greeted as he put the phone down and cleared off a space on the table for her.

"Always got time for ya. Let's see what you got here" he said, as he ducked under the counter for a moment then popped back up with a box of his own, "I've got the first round of the box prototypes ready to go so your timing it perfect! And can't wait to see what you got for those counters and display cases."

Because after all, there was no such thing as being too busy and, whether Dwight would actually admit it to anyone out loud, he enjoyed the little friendly rivalry he and Amaya had going on. It kept him busy but also gave him something to look forward to each week. The work and the company both were some of the highlights of his week... not that he was quite ready to be admitting that out loud- at least not so obviously.

"So!" Dwight said, brushing off his hands and looking at Amaya with a big grin. "Let's see the goods!"

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"Right, then," said Amaya, with a staunch nod as she first set the very basic pinewood box that held the sample silverware on the table (almost intentionally simple, as to make no matter what Dwight had cooked up to replace it look good, even if it weren't quite up to snuff), and flipped it open, "here's what you've got to work with with the display box, the right amount, weight, shape, etc, etc, etc as the final product's going to be so you'll know just how to fit 'em. And I've pretty much got all I need on that front, just a little polishing and refining to do on my end, so you can keep 'em as long as you need, unless Dr. Lecter comes banging down my door in desperate need of spoons and knives."

Which, honestly, if there was a dinner thing important enough? She could see it.

"And then, this," she said, with a bit more pride, since this was all her without client interference, she flipped open the folder and held out the designs for him to see and take, "is what I was thinking for the counter. Something with a bit of curve to it--if you think you can handle it!--with a nice little protective alcove here," she pointed out the right side, "for the new computer," which was a big deal! She didn't even have a television set! Then again, a television set wasn't going to help her make more money, now, was it? "And for this side," pointing out the left, "I was thinking...."

And here she flipped to a second page.

"A removable additional cabinet that can display extra or seasonal stock or be moved to give me more space to work with in the off-chance," the very, very, very, very off-chance, "I'm a bit low on stuff to display."

"Alright, so Dr. Lecter to the back burner to focus on the display cases....." Dwight started and then laughed. "Kidding, kidding! I should be able to get a box done up for him in no time. Got several ready to go. All I need to do is get the layout inside finalized and then work on the outside. Got some ideas for some scroll work and engraving to do for the lid and sides and already got a few stains set aside too I'd like your thoughts on."

Dwight took the sketches and looked at them a moment before letting out a long whistle.
"Well you sure have a high opinion of my talents" he said with a grin. "I'm honored. And this might take a little time but I can work something up for you. If you want I can start on the portable display case so you have that for anything you want to feature right now while I work on this monster display case." He looked at the sketches again and then back to Amaya. "Have any preference on wood type of final color? I definitely think a stain is better than painting anything to be honest."

"Oh, well!" Amaya huffed, but she was grinning, a spark the behind the blueness of her eyes. "If you're worried you won't be able to handle it, I'm sure can scale it back a bit, but it's a mighty fine design, if I do say so myself! It'd be a shame to have to reduce it if it's too much of a challenge..."

She was teasing, of course.

Mostly.

"And what I've got mostly in there now is some cedar and mahogany," she added. "I'm not quite sure this whole Etsy thing has picked up quite enough to call for a splurge on the latter, especially for such a big project, but if you can get me a nice dark stain to fit the rest of the shop nicely on some cedar, I think we'll be in business."

"Oh, I am sure I can manage the scale of this" Dwight said reassuringly. "And I can definitely get some good wood for it. I'll put an order for some nice cedar in with the new supplier and I have the perfect stain that should match what you already have in the shop. Should be able to get the wood by early next week. So, in the mean time, I will finish up the box for Dr. Lecter and let you know when it is ready to pick up so you can take it to him.

Miguel had already had coffee today, but it wasn't like he'd forego someone else's, either.

"Hey, Dwight! Recovered from your busy Friday yet?"

"Hey Miguel" Dwight greeted. "Yeah recovered well enough, how have you been?" he said with a grin. "Good to see ya. Fresh pot of coffee just finished perking and your mug is ready for ya" Dwight added with a nod towards the pot.

Miguel flashed him a thumbs-up and went to get his coffee. "Well, I'm still alive after talking Rosa into a couple's costume, so I'm counting it a win. What about you, anything fun this weekend?"

"That is quite the accomplishment for sure. Congrats," Dwight said as he lifted his coffee mug to Miguel. "Just working on some projects here and there. Amaya and I have a few projects we are working on together and I got a few of my own for a couple other clients and one for myself." Dwight chuckled and gave a slight shrug "Ya know... stay busy, stay out of trouble, all that fun stuff!"

"Idle hands are the devil's playthings," Miguel intoned. "Though I don't know, I met him at the bar last night, and he seemed pretty decent. What's your thing for yourself?"

"Aye but don't want to be too friendly with our resident devil either" Dwight said with a laugh.

"I'm working on a few things for upstairs. Ya' know, now that I've been here nearly 6 months. Figured it's high time I got some decent things for the place. Like a decent bed and some better storage space." Dwight shook his head with a slight grin. "Guess I finally decide I'm here for good so should probably upgrade to something a little better than 'bachelor pad' or 'starving college student' for the decor and what not."

"You don't even have Ikea yet, do you?" Miguel shook his head. "Please tell me you're making a bed first."

"What? Are you saying the one upstairs isn't good enough?" Dwight asked sarcastically, knowing full well that Miguel was the only other person one the island who knew just how bad it was upstairs.

"Yes, the bed is the first on the list. Just got the stuff delivered yesterday for it actually," he said with a chuckle.

"Hallelujah. Seriously, I think we've got better beds in the Panoptichron, and they're made out of crystal."

Well, maybe not much better. There were reasons he'd moved to Fandom, after all.

"Yeah, yeah...well, I'm getting that upgrade finally. Or at least, getting a little closer to it" Dwight said with a grin before taking a long drink.

"You'll be living like an actual human in no time!" Miguel encouraged. He drank his own coffee. "I'd offer to help, but you probably want it to stay together."

"Well, I might need ya to help me get the thing upstairs once it's all put together. I mean I could probably manage well enough but hey... if you are offering" Dwight said with a smirk.

Miguel shrugged. "Yeah, I can lift and carry. Is it going to fit up the stairs, or do I need to take it out here and back through the window?" He could really do either.

"Should hopefully fit up the stairs. Plan on building it in two pieces and then getting it up there and putting it together."

Miguel nodded. "Makes sense. Sure, I can help with that part. Why not just build the whole thing up there? Too much dust?"

"Yeah the dust is a big part of it" Dwight said with a slow nod. "Also, kinda not sure what would be more work- moving up a few pieces of the bed or moving every piece of wood, all the tools, and everything else."

He gave a quick shrug. "Also kinda want to stay in the shop as much as I can in case Amaya or anyone else needs anything."

Miguel nodded. "Let me know when you need the help; you've got my number. Or just yell, I guess."

"Right. So, 5am wake up call the day I'm ready. Got it!" Dwight said trying to keep a straight face but failing as he laughed. "Just kidding, just kidding!"

"Sure." Miguel raised an eyebrow and sipped his coffee. "But you explain it to Rosa."

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