[She returns that fond look with one of her own, appreciative and so adoring that the room seems a little brighter for just a moment before her attention is on the kitten.]
It's alright...
[Tifa tries to put on her most encouraging voice, waiting to see if she'll be willing to explore on her own before she picks her up. But she's backing up into the room again, and she feels a little bad. The poor thing must have been cooped up in that room forever that it could be all she knows. This bar, small as it is, is like a huge new world for her... It would be overwhelming for anyone.
With a sigh, she kneels down to scoop her up, cradling her in her arms.]
It'll take some getting used to, but she'll be fine.
[Cats are resilient and surprisingly adaptable given their nature. If Clover could do it... twice... then so could Sprinkles.
So, she carries her around for most of the afternoon as the two—no, three—of them walk around the rooms. The second upstairs room would be turned into a spare room for them—something to use should they need a place to lay low and rest after a particularly long day. The bathroom was situated right next to it, and while there are a few things that need replacing, most of it looks to be in good shape, and with a little decorating, it'll look brand spanking new, she thinks.
They manage to list down some other things she'd like for the bar, too. Besides the usuals, like pots and pans and other necessary cookware, she'd like some paintings on the wall, a nice rug by the fireplace, and some cat trees and baskets for toys set up in the corners for the animals, as well as high up perches for the shy cats. If the corgis are going to be spending a lot of their time here as well, then they're going to need something to do in between sucking up to customers, after all.
The rest would come as they went and as time goes on, they'll be able to collect more for the bar, and she knows that she'll be forgetting something by the time they open. It wouldn't be a grand opening if you weren't missing something important, after all... But really, all she needs is standing right next to her as they finally make their way towards the sliding doors at the back that lead to the gardens.
She'll let Eustace get the doors, with Sprinkles now half asleep in her arms, and as soon as she catches a glimpse of them—]
What...?
[She finds her breath being stolen right out of her. There may be snow covering the ground, but from beneath it springs colour. Mostly roses of varying shades, their petals sticking out just far enough that they can be seen under the sheet of white. And even now, as they step outside, starflowers have already begun to bloom among them.]
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It's alright...
[Tifa tries to put on her most encouraging voice, waiting to see if she'll be willing to explore on her own before she picks her up. But she's backing up into the room again, and she feels a little bad. The poor thing must have been cooped up in that room forever that it could be all she knows. This bar, small as it is, is like a huge new world for her... It would be overwhelming for anyone.
With a sigh, she kneels down to scoop her up, cradling her in her arms.]
It'll take some getting used to, but she'll be fine.
[Cats are resilient and surprisingly adaptable given their nature. If Clover could do it... twice... then so could Sprinkles.
So, she carries her around for most of the afternoon as the two—no, three—of them walk around the rooms. The second upstairs room would be turned into a spare room for them—something to use should they need a place to lay low and rest after a particularly long day. The bathroom was situated right next to it, and while there are a few things that need replacing, most of it looks to be in good shape, and with a little decorating, it'll look brand spanking new, she thinks.
They manage to list down some other things she'd like for the bar, too. Besides the usuals, like pots and pans and other necessary cookware, she'd like some paintings on the wall, a nice rug by the fireplace, and some cat trees and baskets for toys set up in the corners for the animals, as well as high up perches for the shy cats. If the corgis are going to be spending a lot of their time here as well, then they're going to need something to do in between sucking up to customers, after all.
The rest would come as they went and as time goes on, they'll be able to collect more for the bar, and she knows that she'll be forgetting something by the time they open. It wouldn't be a grand opening if you weren't missing something important, after all... But really, all she needs is standing right next to her as they finally make their way towards the sliding doors at the back that lead to the gardens.
She'll let Eustace get the doors, with Sprinkles now half asleep in her arms, and as soon as she catches a glimpse of them—]
What...?
[She finds her breath being stolen right out of her. There may be snow covering the ground, but from beneath it springs colour. Mostly roses of varying shades, their petals sticking out just far enough that they can be seen under the sheet of white. And even now, as they step outside, starflowers have already begun to bloom among them.]
Were all these flowers here last time?