Lucy had just been dropped off by Mr. Davis who had some business to do in town, much like Lucy: she was here to meet with someone important, a Mr. Lienardo Slush, who ran the biggest bank in Bellmuse. It was also the only bank in town, but Lucy wasn't aware of that. She was just there for her shadowing with Mr. Slush, and she was a bit nervous about meeting him as his picture made him look rather serious and intimidating.
She had made him a cupcake with icing that matched the color of his hair in the picture she saw, the cupcake itself being more of a muffin in the sense that it was chocolate chip in nature but kept the texture of a cupcake, and the frosting was homemade to have a blueberry scent and flavor. Lucy really hoped he liked it, as it had taken her a good amount of time to get the frosting right after Mr. Davis added too many blueberries.
She nervously opened the door and walked inside, looking from side to side as she approached the front desk.
"Inquiry: u-uh u-umm, i-is Mr. L-Lienard-do S-Slush availab-ble?"
"Why yes, he is. You must be his shadow today...Ms. Klug, correct?" the very polite and kind receptionist had to sort through some paper really quickly before she attempted to confirm her identity.
Lucy just nodded in response as she rubbed Mr. Floppsies's ears in a form of an anxiety-based tick, the poor gentlerabbit hoping that his lady would be able to settle herself enough to complete her task, his hat a rather dapper yellow tone.
"His office is located just over there." The nice lady pointed to the left, towards a cubical-esq office area that was much bigger than the rest. "Feel free to sit and wait for him in his office while I inform him of your arrival."
Lucy once again merely nodded in understanding, then quickly yet quietly made her way over to his office and had a seat shortly after walking in. She only had to wait about five minutes, time she spent stroking Mr. Floppsies ears and double and triple checking that the cupcake she made had made the journey safely int he little box Mr. Davis called a 'Tupperware', for Mr. Slush to arrive.
When he did, he entered the room talking about 'numbers' and 'accounts' and he seemed upset about both, although Lucy didn't understand what could be so bad about numbers.
They man sat down and sighed before speaking to her. "Okay, listen: I'm running short on time and we're already behind so you are going to have to keep up and...oh...oh my~!"
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She had made him a cupcake with icing that matched the color of his hair in the picture she saw, the cupcake itself being more of a muffin in the sense that it was chocolate chip in nature but kept the texture of a cupcake, and the frosting was homemade to have a blueberry scent and flavor. Lucy really hoped he liked it, as it had taken her a good amount of time to get the frosting right after Mr. Davis added too many blueberries.
She nervously opened the door and walked inside, looking from side to side as she approached the front desk.
"Inquiry: u-uh u-umm, i-is Mr. L-Lienard-do S-Slush availab-ble?"
"Why yes, he is. You must be his shadow today...Ms. Klug, correct?" the very polite and kind receptionist had to sort through some paper really quickly before she attempted to confirm her identity.
Lucy just nodded in response as she rubbed Mr. Floppsies's ears in a form of an anxiety-based tick, the poor gentlerabbit hoping that his lady would be able to settle herself enough to complete her task, his hat a rather dapper yellow tone.
"His office is located just over there." The nice lady pointed to the left, towards a cubical-esq office area that was much bigger than the rest. "Feel free to sit and wait for him in his office while I inform him of your arrival."
Lucy once again merely nodded in understanding, then quickly yet quietly made her way over to his office and had a seat shortly after walking in. She only had to wait about five minutes, time she spent stroking Mr. Floppsies ears and double and triple checking that the cupcake she made had made the journey safely int he little box Mr. Davis called a 'Tupperware', for Mr. Slush to arrive.
When he did, he entered the room talking about 'numbers' and 'accounts' and he seemed upset about both, although Lucy didn't understand what could be so bad about numbers.
They man sat down and sighed before speaking to her. "Okay, listen: I'm running short on time and we're already behind so you are going to have to keep up and...oh...oh my~!"
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