Fandom Island and Town

Anne was a very active employee today, scurrying to set out the tea and pastries and making sure that everything in the shop was in tip-top shape for opening.

She was preoccupied with trying to figure out which books to bring home for Christmas presents for everyone at Green Gables and her friends in Avonlea -- of course she couldn't bring home anything from past her time, but there were still ever so many options to choose from, and for the first time in her life she felt rather beleaguered by the variety available on the shelves.

It wasn't a feeling she was sure she liked, on the one hand, but on the other it was ever so nice to have that many choices.

Anne had a matcha green tea latte clutched in her hands today as she opened the store, one that she had only been persuaded to put down by dint of sheer necessity, two free hands being needed to prepare the tea and lay out the pastries before settling down in her favorite chair to enjoy her beverage.

She felt that her impulsiveness, by prompting her to visit the Perk on her way to work this morning, had served her well for once.

[OOC: AFK an hour or so while I go get my car washed, but I should be around all evening after that, give or take a patch of AFK here and there.]

Anne had spent the best part of her weekend in bed, recovering from the aftereffects of her illness; despite her brave words to Chris on Friday night, she had not been as hale and hearty as she would have liked, and it still took her more effort than was strictly desirable to make her way down to the bookstore, set out the tea and pastries, and open for customers.

True, almost everyone had made it through the ordeal, but with Matthew's heart problems weighing heavier and heavier on her mind, she was beginning to think that it might be time to go home soon.

Growing up and having to think of these things might have seemed romantic once upon a time, but as she was beginning to realize, they were, in their own way, quite awful.

A very pensive Anne it was who opened the bookstore today, the letter from home still clutched in one hand. So preoccupied was she with the news from Green Gables that she made a dreadful mess of the tea service on her first three attempts, and was forced to clean up the sad remains of one fallen and broken scone as she laid out the pastries.

Matthew's heart had been more troublesome of late, and it made her uneasy about staying so far away from home; but in the meantime, there was work to be done, so she set the Open sign in the window and settled in to study her hated mathematics.

Studying, though, might well be abandoned in favor of a great deal of staring out the window, preoccupied in thought.

Rhe fact that she had had no visitors coming in for the weekend was a very good thing indeed, as far as Anne was concerned, as she feared that even her imagination would not suffice to explain away the . . . quirkier aspects of the island to any visitors from home, and what few glimpses she had caught of classmates and their families through her dorm room window only bore up that conclusion.

She was in quite a good mood as she opened the bookstore this morning, and spent an extra half hour arranging the pastries into an artful display accentuated by floral sprigs and carefully plucked leaves.

Unfortunately, so caught up was she in this endeavour that she ruined the first pot of tea and had to brew a second; regardless, she considered the end result aesthetically pleasing enough that no mere ruined pot of tea could put a damper on her day.

Pleased with herself, Anne turned the sign to "OPEN" and sat down in the window chair with several Latin grammar texts, for break week or not there was studying to be done.

Anne, utterly unmindful of any goings-on this weekend (she had been quite determined to make this weekend as uneventful as last weekend had been eventful), finally emerged from her room after a full weekend of diligent Greek study and went into town to open the bookstore.

She did spare a brief thought to wonder at all the unfamiliar faces around town today, but as soon as the tea and pastries were laid out on the counter and she was settled in the chair by the window with Ovid's Metamorphoses and a notebook and pen, she quite forgot all about that mystery.

[OOC: Just as a caveat, I have no idea how much I'll be around for the next four hours or so . . .]

It took Anne a few extra minutes to get the bookstore opened up today, owing to an unfortunate incident involving a daydream, a feather duster, and letting the first pot of tea steep far too long.

Nevertheless, ruffled but undaunted, she set out the tea and pastries and settled down in a chair by the window with a stack of cookbooks and an ambitious glint in her eye.

[OOC: And barring any crazy unforeseen emergencies, I should actually be around today, and not drop off the face of the earth.]