Unfortunately, the shop was a bit under-staffed today. There was strict no-illness policy, and that meant two workers had arrived before their shift only to say that they couldn't come and head on home toward tea and hot broth. Missy was currently at the front of the shop behind the cashier's counter, displaying a bath of pretty teal-frosted vanilla cupcakes on a white stand. As it was she had to manage the front end while the owner worked hard to complete an enormous order of specialty cookies. She had just been piping these gems at the cashier's counter, which wasn't exactly protocol but was exactly necessary.
At the moment, the shop was fairly slow. A couple sat at a table by the far window, murmuring sweet words to each other while sampling their purchase. Missy was doing her best to simply let them be.
Tippens was keeping an eye over the shop from a small pillow in the corner. Mr. Hart had initially refused to let the fox inside, but it had time and time again proven more trouble than it was worth. The familiar was allowed in now under the conditions that he behaved himself and was always well-groomed. Missy had understood the banishment, but having Tippens around was a sort of comfort she wasn't aware that she had desired.
FoxFire120
