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Sure I would.

I do have to confirm: are we talking sandwiches or people?

[This is Ryslig. It's a reasonable question.]

Sandwich style. My freezer is low and I'm too lazy to fix that right now. Also I may test run a few baked goods I'm trying to perfect for the bakery. My rye bread needs something extra. Don't know what.

I've never been great shakes with baking bread but I'm willing to be a test subject.

[He's still feeling kind of shaky after the past few months, and that means throwing himself into something nice to try and pretend he's fine. He's handling it, privately, and nobody else needs to be bothered by it except for the people he's privately handling it with. That's totally how this works.]

When were you thinking?

Maybe Tuesday afternoon? I have a new hire who can man the counter for a bit.

That'd work just fine.

[And then, a few minutes later:]

I realize this is a little bit shooting myself in the foot I don't have but I don't think I actually know where your bakery is.

[Or he did, and he's forgotten. Same difference with him.]

Oh! It's pretty easy to find. Do you know where? [ And she goes on with some pretty clear directions. It's across from a few human-run shops and a diner. ]

I took over the bakery Slade and Jack opened. Jack technically owns it? But like, I run it and take care of everything. I guess that makes me the manager? It just felt weird taking over the actual deed since I'm still just 19.

That's nothing. There was an eleven year old a few years back who owned a bowling alley.

[This is Ryslig. The rules are different.]

I think it's an arcade now. Businesses passing hands is a tradition is my point. Don't feel too odd about it.

Can I be mad about monster kids?

[ It's unfair she was barely an adult last year. Now here she is having become a young adult in this place. ]

The "odd" part is mostly I took over out of spite. Slade had pissed me off before he left. He was acting like a freaking pizza cutter.

Of course you can. You ought to be. It's not right, putting kids through what we go through. That's why I figure if an eleven year old wants to own a bowling alley or a nineteen year old wants to run a bakery, out of spite or not, we ought to let them. They're already dealing with enough without getting told all they're allowed is going to school and playing with dolls.

Not that I wouldn't like to see more faces at the school, mind you.

[He is just gonna focus on this so he doesn't have to admit he knows next to nothing about Slade and is only sort of certain he knows who Slade is.]

[ Annie was saving up her all edge no point joke. It has been wasted. ]

I am glad that most of the newer monsters seem to be at least adults. It's less traumatic? Not to sound bad but at least if you're not like a 15 year old or whatever you can process this stuff. I still say we all need therapy. In the mean time I can offer chocolate baked goods. Totally medicinal. ;)

[See he just assumed 'pizza cutter' was kid slang he was too old to get and didn't want to admit to not knowing. He's not cool enough for this, Annie.]

I don't know. I've known folks younger than that who could process it fine. It's not whether or not they can handle it, it's the principle of the thing. They shouldn't have to.

Anyway. I can't disagree that we all need therapy.

[He doesn't quite know her well enough to tell her that he's actually recently picked therapy back up again. He's from a time where that kind of thing was very hush-hush, and he hasn't broken himself of the habit yet.]

Chocolate is as good as anything. Every little bit helps.

[ Few people are cool enough for her bad jokes. ]

Legit. I get that the Fog God doesn't ~get~ mortal concerns but I can and will still be annoyed. Consider chocolate on the menu. I'll see you on Tuesday!

[ On the day in question Annie is at the counter talking things over with a human woman who is manning the front counter. The display cases are filled with all kinds of fresh breads and treats that look like they could be the root cause of diabetes.

Annie certainly has kept busy! There are a few spots with cute sold out signs in their place. It seems some of the rolls were very popular this morning. ]

Oh hey! Just about ready to go. I packed a picnic. The weather is starting to warm up nicely enough.

[Part of it is that he figures the Fog God is old enough that she thinks they're all babies. Why distinguish between a few years when for her a few years means nothing? They'd be fighting an uphill battle to even try and explain to her that there is a difference in the first place.

By some miracle he manages not to forget by Tuesday. The miracle is that he was smart enough to write it down. Normally for this sort of thing he'd bring alcohol, but she's a little young for that so instead he's got a fresh jug of sweet tea. It's a jug that may have at one point contained alcohol but that's besides the point. That's summery, right?]

Thank goodness for that. It's no fun bein' a cold-blooded critter any other time of year.

Take your time finishin' up, I'm not in any rush.

[ Never ask the Fog God why she is like this. It won't possibly end well. Honestly it's much easier to try and figure out what the hell all this other stuff is about.

Actually don't give that to Annie. She would be tempted. ]

I wonder. [ Annie tilts her head thoughtfully then frowns a bit. ] I guess heated blankets are a medical need.

[ She turns back to her employee and just gives her a few final instructions. Annie seems satisfied with the responses given to her, so she picks up the picnic basket with one of her pincers and with a clawed hand grabs the picnic blanket to drape over her other arm. She seems to have it all figured out. ]

I'm just getting used to having an employee. She's great though. I just hate popping in and out of the kitchen area. I prefer to focus just on the baking side of things as much as possible.

Oh, sure. That's me with the workshop. Bringin' on Larry and Marco to handle the software side of things was the smartest decision I ever made.

[Mainly Larry. Larry Laffer could program an entire OS in an afternoon, and he's exponentially improved that division of the Labs' output.]

Tryin' to do everything all at once is no good no matter where you are. Havin' extra hands around means you have time to go out on picnics. Where are we off to, one of the parks?

I might hire someone else if we get new people. I don't want to like, tire myself out.

[ She also thinks building their community in a healthy way is important. She has noticed a few issues with folks isolating themselves. It's not great. ]

Yeah. I would say let's go to the Lake but that's a bit of a walk for right now. One of the parks near here is pretty perfect for everything. They just added a gazebo.

[ She feels better already. Honestly, she should invite more people out for lunch. ]

[Yeah. She should. Fiddleford is already thinking the same thing. It's nice to recapture a little of the dogged optimism he used to have. When exactly did he exchange that for bone-tired pragmatism? Hard to say. Probably around the time the optimism started feeling hollow and disingenuous. And sure, it feels a little hollow and disingenuous now to put on a happy face like his mental health didn't take a flaming tailspin right into the ground last month. It's fine. Holing himself up and ruminating won't help and neither will working himself to the bone so this is all he's got in terms of options.]

How big is it, because between the two of us we're probably goin' to take up the whole thing.

Not that I imagine anybody'd want to argue with a snake and a scorpion about where they're sittin'.

Honestly I think it looked to be about twenty-five feet across? I didn't watch the whole build. People get nervous if I stop and stare.

[ She huffs slightly because seriously she doesn't just run loose murdering people! Only once in a while and they must be terrible. ]

I've got to consider spaces given I'm a pretty sizeable lady. [ Height wise? Annie is only a petite thing on her "human" side, reaching a five feet even it is when her tail which when it's fully raised goes up almost two feet higher that getting into smaller spaces gets annoying. This is exactly why she won't talk about her own personal issues getting in and out of places.

She figures Fiddleford already gets it, no reason to complain. ]

I just tend to like the gardens out in that park. I've always had an interest in flowers but like, zero talent in growing them.

[Oh, yeah. He gets it. It's a whole production every time he wants to go through a door considering there's so much of him, horizontally speaking. He gets it.]

If you ever want pointers I'm not a bad gardener. I like vegetables better'n flowers but the main idea's the same.

I wouldn't mind. I'm thinking of having my whole house moved. Getting started on a garden for the summer might be a good idea.

[ As they approach the park Annie is taking in what's going on. It looks mostly safe. She leans towards paranoid after all the weird stuff she has seen so far. When things look still at least it's easy to chill out.

To her the park looks perfect right now. ]

It looks like others are out having fun too. Shouldn't be too busy though.

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