"So people can see what kinds of clothes we sell and decide what to buy. Is this where you want to daywork today?"

"Hmmm.... yeah!"

So the purple will help her gather up the fallen clothes and put them in the cleaner to shake floor-debris off them and get them warmed up to make sure they're all clean and then hang them up again back up on their racks. There is also sweeping to do, and transactions at the register she is allowed to try under supervision, and running and getting things in different sizes when people in fitting rooms say something is too big or too small, and running the clothes they've tried on through the cleaner too.

Fika likes trying all the different things! She's best at the sweeping and running - the register is sorta boring and she keeps having to re-clean clothes cause after they're cleaned their warm and she wants to rub her face on them. She also tries paying attention to which pieces of clothes are the softest so she can pick some out for herself.

They are all too big for her, though she could wear a shirt with a drawstring neck as a dress if she wanted to.

"Where are the person sized clothes?"

"- these are sized for people, honey, just grown-up people."

"Oh right, big Amentans are people too. Sorry for forgetting, I'll 'member 'ventually."

"Where are clothes for people who are pers- me sized."

"There's a kids' clothes shop next to the toy store on Fifth Street."

"Okay but where are me sized clothes?"

"You're the same size as a kid, so the clothes there are you-sized too."

"Oh. Okay that makes sense."

"Can I have some money please."

"- sure, all right." She pays her a little less than she would pay a full time worker, but still a chunk of money.

A chunk of money! Yay!

Fika heads to the her sized clothes place and looks for all the softest clothes on the clothing bushes.

Many of the clothing bushes grow very soft clothes! They come in lots of colors and patterns and some of them have pictures of animals or plants or vehicles on them.

Fika picks out some soft ones with purple and red and blue and pink all mixing together prettily, and some with plants on them.

She goes to leave but then remembers she has to give money - it helps that she worked as a cash-ier earlier.

"I'd like these clothes please!"

"Alrighty!" The cashier rings her up; she can afford them, though it is a substantial hit to her money supply.

She has exchanged money for goods! This is a very successful day.

She puts as many of the clothes on as possible and goes to visit her friend... Kota.

Kota is not at home! He has thoughtfully left her a note, though of course she can't read.

Hrm. That is very frus-trat-ing.

"Can you read this for me?" she asks the first person she can find.

"Maybe! I'm not very good at handwriting yet," says the small yellow with sidewalk chalk she has accosted on the street. "It says... we are having a picnic at... Blueberry Park."

"Thank you!"

Fika hands the Amentan some money in case that's what she's 'spossed to do and heads off to look for blueberries in a park.

"Wow!" says the yellow kid.

There are a few parks in a reasonable search radius of Kota's apartment and one of them has blueberries in it, and also Kota.

"Kota, I found you!"

Fika sorta waddles towards him in her bunch of clothes.

"You found me! Why are you wearing six outfits, are you cold?"