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Finnah's just arrived at work to open the store for the morning shift; she has her apron on but hasn't put her hair up yet. She lets in the customer who always takes half an angle to determine that he wants four buttercreams, again, and then nips into the back to tend to her hair and check the overnight progress of the rock candy.
This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
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abeance
And now she has been hugged by all the Ivans. "There, that should be a supply for a while. If you require armed escorts to neighboring countries, rescue from dragons, or field bone-setting services, I imagine Milo'll loan me out."
"Different kind of dragon from me," clarifies Aurin, "that is not a thing on Elcenia."
"Different kind of dragon from me," clarifies Aurin, "that is not a thing on Elcenia."
gloriousdawn
"My bones are currently fine, seeing as they actually belong to Sis," says Solvei. "But thanks."
onceandforall
Meanwhile, Bella is explaining furball's offer to her alt. "...and inconveniently, anything I come up with I can't check whether I can power the idea, while I'm here, apparently, so help me figure out what's redundant with stuff you can give me and a really wide range of other useful stuff?"
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