Post by violeta on Feb 19, 2012 19:09:18 GMT -8
December 12th, 2:37 pm
"Camden, sweetie, how many times have I told you to not play with those bottles. You'll hurt yourself," Artemis said exasperatedly, hauling another unmarked crate behind the counter. Setting it down on the stack of similarly unmarked crates, she wiped the sweat from her brow before turning around to her troublemaker of a son. Terrible twos, my foot. She knelt down next to him, staring until he looked up. "Would you like to help Mommy?" Nod. "Could you sort this box of coins by size?" More nods. "Good boy. Go play over there. When you're done, I have some more trays for you."
With Camden out of the way, she could get to inventory without having to worry so much. The boy had learned early on not to try and eat the money. Time to make sure that the merchandise made it in one piece. Hm... This required a personal touch. She reached under the counter for her crowbar and used it to pry open the top crate. Setting aside the wooden square and crowbar, Artemis brushed aside straw and positively beamed. Wonderful, unbroken bottles and boxes. She picked up the first bottle and held it up to the light. Essence of Dittany. The next box was boomslang skin and so on and so forth. Well, mostly unscathed merchandise. Some of the peacock feathers were dirty. Well, at least they were relatively common. Next time AllieCake went topside, he'd have to go run that errand for her.
It was about the time she was logging in the new inventory, all the crates open and their contents stacked in a line on the counter, when the door opened, bells ringing. "We're closed, if you couldn't read," she remarked dryly, not looking up from the book. The amount of boomslang skin she obtained this time could be divided into at least fifteen packets, each filled with 3 grams. Hearing that the door hadn't opened again, she set down the quill with a tempermental sigh and said again, "You must be deaf as well as blind. I said we're closed. Now scat." Fingers flicked at the intruder. If this was going to be a problem, her other hand slid into her pocket, feeling the smooth wood of her wand, she needed to protect her son first, herself second.