estdeus_innobis | Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.

[Monday, December 28th (Day 211)]
[Mid-Morning - The Sacred Whore]

It's been quite the few days, I must say. The Christmas party at the Tavern, Wanda's wedding before that, and it's left me feeling stretched a little thin, for the constant up and down of it all. There's only so much one man can feel, me especially, and this week has been a testament to both the highs and lows.

So change will do me well. Or, in this particular case, a return to the mundane. I won't say that I've been ignoring the shop, not completely, but staying at the Tavern this past while and dealing with all else, I will admit I haven't stopped by as I should. It brings about an appreciation for Damien and Winnie, if nothing else. I've never been the sort of man to rely on other people, especially a duo of youngsters snatched up to tend shop, but they are damn good at minding things while I'm away. If I could only work some of that stubborn timidity out of little Winnie, convince Damien to do something with hir hair, and-

I'm laughing to myself as I come into the shop, arms laden with a few bags of groceries. The main room is quiet, clean, and a little too well-lit for my tastes, to be honest. I suppose efficiency has its price. "Damien! Winnie!" I call out once I've set the bags down on the front counter, glancing around. It is early in the morning and I can't imagine there's much left to do, with everything tidy, but I can't resist the urge to toy with them a bit. Well, mostly Winnie. She is the most amusing when it comes to random diversions. "Surely you two aren't lazing about back there. There's work to do!"

Another small giggle, all the while pulling out the things for breakfast, as I wait for a response.

[Open to anyone at the Sacred Whore]