jiyunnies | Coombs & Co. [OPEN]

Working multiple jobs is rather difficult, but nothing that Riley isn't used to. Since inheriting Knights of the Round Pie and beginning the renovations to transform the place into a museum, Riley's miraculously also kept up with her job at Coombs & Co. She credits Lily Middleton almost completely for being able to balance the two, since the sharp business woman/socialite has taken a recent interest in managing the museum project (probably due to the fact Lily is currently not speaking to her son and looking for something to work on to pass her days).

And with Valentine's Day around the corner, every February, Coombs & Co. announces some of the biggest discounts of the year on their merchandise. On top of their regular potions and remedies, they offer cute, fun, and safe magical items revolving around love and friendship specially made for the holiday. For the past week, Riley has worked late in the evenings preparing these items and organizing the shelves. She even decorated the shop's front window to draw customers in. Really, she's gone a tad overboard, but Valentine's Day is a fun holiday and there's a bit of a humbug sister at home harshing Riley's mellow.

After lunch, she flips the closed sign over to open and unlocks the shop's door before taking a seat at the counter where she has packaging supplies laid out. Today, she's the only one in the shop, but Riley doesn't mind. The quiet means she'll get a lot done today. Placing a bar of "love" soap on a sheet of paper, she begins her task of wrapping the products one-by-one, humming a song to herself as she waits for a customer.

ooc: feel free to visit Riley at Coombs & Co or come by to buy some stuff & thangs (4 ur lovah~)

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[txt] Best unnie ever... Be there in fifteen. Just have to clean up ok??

Shoving her phone into her pocket, Val flips the sign on the door to 'closed' and sets about tidying up. A cursory clean up (she can always finish later) and she's out the door and on her way to her sister's work. Its a short walk and, soon enough, she's letting herself in and flopping across the counter dramatically.

"Unniiiiee... I'm so tiiired," she pouts, looking up at her sister with puppy dog eyes. "Please say you have good food here..."

As soon as she receives the text, Riley puts in a call to a little restaurant nearby for delivery. And thankfully, it arrives before her sister does. She reaches out to pet Val's hair as she slumps over the counter.

"Aw, just think of all the wonderful sales. You've been working hard." She scoffs a little, lifting the bag of take-out from behind the counter and sets it in front of Val. "Please. I got us some Italian delivered. I asked for extra bread, of course."

Sighing happily as the smell of the food winds its way into her senses, Val stands up straight and practically rips into the bag. "Oh my god. I love you so much. Best sister ever," she grins, mouth watering as she takes out the food and sets it up. "How has work been today? Busy?"

"I know," she grins as Val practically dives into the food. Riley leans onto the counter. "Busy prepping everything. Not really a lot of customers today though. I expect tomorrow will be busier." Grabbing a container of lasagna, she pulls up a chair and takes a seat before digging in.

"How's the shop? From your texts, I'm guessing busy and hectic as hell."

Val eagerly digs into a piece of garlic bread, nodding enthusiastically. "Incredibly so," she mumbles around a mouthful, pulling an irritable face. "There's going to be a lot of happy couples this Valentine's, I guess. Must be nice."

"That's good though. More for us." She shrugs, dipping a piece of bread into the sauce. "Oh come on, Val, it's not all that bad. The guy you like is just probably under a magical spell of some kind and locked into a loveless marriage."

"...I take it back. It sucks."

She gives her sister a withering look, shaking her head. "It sucks hardcore, okay. This is the biggest load of bullshit ever and it has the worst fucking timing," she curses, hopping onto the counter to sit as she opens up a container of pasta. "Ugh. What about you? Any plans for Valentine's?"

"On the bright side, at least we're pretty sure it's all magical and not that Grant really did do something so terrible and selfish? I mean, have you been able to prove that at least?" Riley shakes her head, reaching around to taste some of Val's food before offering up her own meal. "Nah. I'm alone and unwanted, your sister is officially a spinster. I'll probably spend the day at the museum then the evening with Flavia."

"Nothing," Val growls, stabbing a fork into Riley's food. "I did the spell on the watch and it showed no witchery on him. I'm pissed. Lily Middleton is pissed. Its such bullshit!"

Sighing, she leans over and hugs her sister. "We should spend the day together! Who says Valentine's has to be about romantic love?"

"Then...how..." Riley wrinkles her nose, thinking. "It just doesn't add up. There has to be something at work. Grant really doesn't seem like the type to run off and get married."

She smiles, returning Val's hug. "That's true. We should do something relaxing. Spa at home?"

"I don't know... Like I told Lily, maybe it's some really subtle magic, or something ambient," she sighs. "Its definitely not natural, we know that."

Val grins, popping a spoonful of pasta into her mouth. "Spa at home sounds amazing! We can raid the stores for sale chocolate the day after too."

"Well, between you and Lily Middleton, that new wife doesn't stand a chance. We'll figure it out."

She pats the top of Val's head with a grin. "Perfect. We're gonna look fab and get horrible tummy aches."

Val lets out a low chuckle, shaking her head. "If I get my hands on her, she's going to regret it so much," she frowns.

"Ugh, the best way to spend Valentine's," she grins, flicking a bit of pasta sauce at her sister's nose. "Who needs dates anyway?"

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