Pixie Dust; Thursday [10/03].

[beautiful_boc]

"Guests?" Boc frowned as he looked up from the nice bit of knitting he was trying to not get too tangled as he worked his way through it, perched as he usually was on the counter, and listened to today's cashier explaining to him about the Parents Weekend up at school. Then he shook his head. "No, no. I should think not! Only parent I've ever known was me dear old mum, and she's left us now, so I suppose it would be quite the surprise if she did show up, though it would be..."

Oh, no, now he'd thought about it, and a little bit of a whimper escaped him as tears started to cling to his eyes, but he shook his head vehemently and dedicatedly returned to his knitting.

"Doesn't matter anyway!" he declared staunchly. "Only thing I've had to do with that school anyway is that one class you all signed me up for, which, might I remind you, had nothing to do with weaving at all! Let's not have anything more to talk about with guests, if you don't mind! Anyone likely to come and visit me, of all people, is likely no one you'd want visiting, anyway!"

Then Boc's attention shifted, slightly, as the music playing in the store seemed to strike a particularly dramatic note and he wondered if that should be something he should be worried about....

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[mustbeawitch]

After her stop by Pick Your Poison, Lydia all but ran into Pixie Dust, catching herself in the doorway and looking about the shop with great anxiety.

"Oh, thank God," she said once she'd caught her breath. "The clothes are still here."

[beautiful_boc]

To that, Boc could only look up from where he was working on his knitting with his eyes wide and somewhat staring at Lydia, before they seemed to remember to blink, and then they roamed around the shop as if he now expected all the clothing to have just disappeared as well.

And then he frowned slightly in confusion. "Well, of course they all are, miss," he said, though the confusion in his voice made it less confident than the words themselves might have indicated. "Why wouldn't they be?"

[mustbeawitch]

"At the cosmetics shop," Lydia panted out, "it's empty!" It was not, in fact, empty. Lydia was exaggerating. The stock was, however, greatly reduced and this was a travesty, obviously.

[beautiful_boc]

"Empty?" asked Boc, who was back to gawking for a moment and then having a small bout of panic directly afterwards, wondering what he should do should his shop soon have to suffer the same fate. He had set down his knitting in favor of wringing his hands a bit. "Oh, dear, that...well, that isn't...well, that's can't be good at all! Has someone gone and looted the place? Was it in quite a bit of disarray? Do you think we should be worried? What could even do such a thing?"

[mustbeawitch]

"Apparently it's 'under new management,'" Lydia reported, and if she had known how to do sarcastic finger quotes she would surely have employed them, "and they've chosen now of all times to get rid of most of the stock! Right before Kitty and Georgiana get here!" Hashtag priorities.

[beautiful_boc]

A nervous glance flittered toward today's cashier, as if to confirm that they didn't have to worry about new management (which would be interesting, since the current management was still in denial about being management), and then his bewildered look swiveled back to Lydia.

"But who are Kitty and Georgian--oh!" Boc seemed to suddenly remember the conversation he'd been having earlier. "Guests for the upcoming weekend? And you were hoping you might treat them to some of the cosmetic supplies? And now they've gone and cleared it all away? Oh, miss! Oh, that's terrible! Truly!"

Granted, despite how passionately he made the claim, that had more to do with Boc's tendency to think most things were terrible. Contextually, he wasn't sure he understood, but he could tell how distraught poor Lydia was, and if Lydia was distraught, then Boc would certain be distraught along with her!

[mustbeawitch]

At least someone understood that, "Yes, it's just awful. Kitty's in a delicate condition, you see, and it's ever so much more uncomfortable for a lady than for a cat," a statement that made perfect sense if you knew about Kitty, "so I thought she would like some new things." Creams and such. You know. Keeping it vague because you didn't talk about subjects like that in the Regency. "And now there's hardly anything!"

[beautiful_boc]

"That is quite the disappointment," said Boc, with a waggle of his head in dismay, and a little bit of a frown as he considered what might make this situation a bit better for Lydia and her guests coming that weekend. Granted, he didn't think that he had much to offer, but he did so hate seeing someone who'd been so kind have life go and turn around and be so unkind to her! Especially in this place! If they were in the Lands Between, it would be expected, nothing good ever happened to hardly anyone there, but here? In Fandom? That almost made it worse!

"Do....do you think..." he eventually managed to venture, chancing a glance back to Lydia for signs of her thinking he was talking out of place by suggesting it, "...that perhaps....your guests might care for something else? That isn't cosmetics? After all, I know they're not nearly so nice, what with them coming from the sort of shop that'll have me about, but we still have some somewhat lovely gifts here. Perhaps that will do? Although now you do have me worried about them all still being here for the weekend, but if you say it's a management issue...."