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Spells at Coombs & Co.
After a few hours of her morning shift at Coombs & Co, Riley decided it was definitely going to be a slow day. Only two customers had come in and she was about three hours into her shift.
Pulling out her phone, she shot off a quick text to Val;
She hit send, sighed, and looked around the room. What could she work on? She got up from the register and did a quick count on their stock of good fortune potions. Aha, not enough! It was a best seller and they had three vials left. Beaming, Riley slipped into the back of the shop to gather up her supplies. She'd hear the door if anyone came in.
Pulling out her phone, she shot off a quick text to Val;
[text] Busy? Come by the shop and I can do the protection spell. We got all the supplies here.
She hit send, sighed, and looked around the room. What could she work on? She got up from the register and did a quick count on their stock of good fortune potions. Aha, not enough! It was a best seller and they had three vials left. Beaming, Riley slipped into the back of the shop to gather up her supplies. She'd hear the door if anyone came in.
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"Ummmm finally paying an old fine? Not that we will. But I'm sure they'd definitely believe we have a number of fines stacked up in there."
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Val laughed as they headed out of the shop. "I'm pretty sure if we paid off our fines they'd be able to remodel the entire station."
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"Best not to ever do that then! It's not because we can't afford it, it's because we don't want them to have nice things." She smiles, tugging Val's arm into her own as they make their way to the station. "I'll let you know if I see Grant and then we'll know for sure."
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"If they ever get nice things we need to find a way to trash them without them ever finding out." Val laughed. "Sounds good to me. Fingers crossed I don't see him..."
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"Oh God, I almost forgot to mention. I'm running the shop for a few days. Remember Moira's cousin, Fabrice? He was stabbed and he's in the hospital. She won't leave his side." She worries her bottom lip. "Can you send some charmed flowers to the hospital? Some for Fabrice, of course, but also for Moira? I'm afraid she won't look after herself."
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"I'm pretty sure he notices everyone's body, sweetie."
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