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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[opheliac]

Yyyyeaaah, the nobodies around here being statues is a real pain.

[ having enough of being on her father's lap, jinx slides off and extends her arms above her head in a stretch. ]

It's going to make the INX stuff way harder than it needs to be. Ugh, Guess I'm gonna have to go about this solo for a little while.

[ and that would also mean her café will be put on hold... again. ]

[conflictresolution]

This place has destabilized at an inopportune time, yes.

[He released her without a fuss and shifted in his seat to set stretch his legs out before gathering them under him so that he too could stand. There didn't seem a point or purpose to remain seated when the snack should be cleaned up and put away.]

I will be advertising for workers, especially since there are plenty of new Chosen here. I can lend you a worker or two for the café if I manage to vet worthwhile ones. Otherwise, I suggest you also advertise.

[opheliac]

[ she frowns gently over the suggestion, not because she isn't appreciative, quite opposite, she would love to have a worker or two or three to help run her business. it's just...— ]

— But the place's not done yet. I still have to finish painting, a wall needs to be knocked down, I need more stools to install, and furniture. There's still so much to do with it. But this stupid, whacko place won't quit with its crap long enough for me to do anything.

[conflictresolution]

And? Most staff at this point will do whatever you need them to. Some might even relish the opportunity.

[It wasn't as if painting and organizing required a degree. It was the kind of work people could easily be taught and even if they screwed it up, it could be rectified.]

I can send some of my people over if you do wish to get it established this month.

[Assuming the café didn't destabilize and ruin everything.]

[opheliac]

[ the frown evades, but it quickly shines into a gratitude smile as she skates to her father again to embrace him into a warm hug. her face snugs against his shoulder once more, with a light purr singing in her throat. ]

Mmmm, thank you. When mine stops freezing, I'll send them over to help you too.

[conflictresolution]

[He made a soft grunt as she hugged him, lifting an arm to return the gesture in his own slow way. He patted her back lightly.]

I know. We'll see your café prepared for an opening at the end of this month or start of next, alright?

[opheliac]

[ the smile on her brightens when she peels herself off of him, chuckling more merrily now and a pep in her step. ]

Whelp! — We better get going. You've got businesses to peek in, and I've got people to bother.

[ his daughter collects whatever leftovers there are left on their dinner table, then stores it back in their fridge. ]

First things first, I've got to call my partner in crime. Or "The Brute".