Pixie Dust; Thursday [03/09].

[beautiful_boc]

The room at the hotel really had been quite a bit much for Boc, so he had, by now, quite abandoned it. And though he'd managed to find a good many spots that seemed like safe spaces to curl up in, from the docks to the rocky bits to the lake to the vast preserve and even a few choice park benches, it was quite a bit chilly for him out there. Which would be fine, of course! It could be much worse, although it did sometimes make him wonder if he really would have been better off, remaining as a tree...

...but he kept coming back to the clothing shop, to check in, every day, if any repairs or alterations needed to be made, but there weren't, but he didn't want to go back inside, so he just hovered around there, camped out in front of the counter and waiting for business when he wasn't just going around the store and appreciating and marveling at all the finery and even some of the accessories. And he may have found a nice, dark corner in a storage room to curl up in, and no one seemed to mind him doing so, so he just kept up with that, and he discovered that he could probably just stay here in the shop and never leave and be perfectly content.

Well, until the inevitable moment when they decided to kick him out.

And he did need to venture out for food, at some point, he supposed.

But for now, he was there, yet again camped out in front of the counter, paws steepled together, head bowed, ready to be of service and useful, if the opportunity arose.

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[mylandmyrules]

Funny you should mention food, Boc.

Nell came in with a basket on her arm and greeted him with a smile. "Good morning, Boc. I brought this for you." Inside were muffins, cookies, scones, a few samplers of her jams (and a knife for cutting and spreading) and a few of her different teas.

"How are you doing this lovely morning?"

[beautiful_boc]

Boc was eying that basket now as if it might bite him (or maybe suck him in with an outpouring of smoke and whisk him away somewhere he was definitely under-leveled for), but of course he knew, if it was coming from Nell, it wouldn't.

"Oh, ah...um....g-good morning,miss," he finally managed to get out, ducking his head even lower now as if looking up to see her and her basket coming in was a great crime that needed to be atoned for. "I...I am...well?" He didn't really mean it to come out as a question. "T-thank you. And yourself? Well, also, I should hope. Did you need some garments today? Or alterations?"

He figured, if he didn't mention the basket, maybe she'd just forget about it...

[mylandmyrules]

"I am very well," Nell assured him, "And I did bring something I thought you might be able to alter for me." She'd thought maybe asking him to do something for her would make it easier for him to accept anything she might give him. Such as the contents of the (not so) dangerous basket.

"I have these wide-legged pants," she said, showing him the pants in question after setting the basket down. "And I like them very much. I call them my skirty-pants, because when I stand still they almost look as if I was still wearing a skirt. But this particular pair is a little too wide. Is that something you could help me with?"

Could she fix this herself? Why yes, but that was completely beside the point.

[beautiful_boc]

"Oh!" Boc's eyes went wide as he looked up, first at Nell, and then at the pants; he was so used to no one ever having anything for him to actually alter that, for a moment, he wasn't entirely sure what to do. But, eventually, he slowly lifted up his hands, palms up, long fingers stretched out, to take the garment and have a closer look. "Just make them a little less wide? Oh, yes, I can make an adjustment like that for you, miss, that shouldn't be any trouble at all, an easy fix, that one is."

[mylandmyrules]

"Oh, thank you," Nell said. "I'd be so grateful!"

She hesitated. "Might I ask you for another favor?"

[beautiful_boc]

"Of...of course, miss," said Boc, hands now pulled back into his chest and bowed again. "Anything, miss. Can't promise you I'll be able to do anything you ask, but I can promise I'll at least try."

[mylandmyrules]

She gestured toward the basket. "I've been experimenting with some different scones and muffins for my shop. And some jams. I'm afraid I made far too many and some are not quite neat enough to sell."

Nell sighed. "I hate to waste food and I certainly don't want to throw out perfectly delicious food, so I wondered if you might be willing to take some of it off of my hands. If you thought you'd eat it? You'd be doing me quite a favor."