Things that Meg picked up that she could no longer use went into the bin Laura had set up for her. Jars of sprinkles, utensils, platters, anything which might have been damaged, destroyed, or would not be salvageable for use in the future. Those things were quickly inventoried so that she could take her list to Roman Skye for processing.
Listening, Meg nodded. “That’s how it was when I first got here, too.” It’d been a chore to find a job she could stand, something that fit her creativity that wasn’t too labor intensive. She didn’t consider herself dainty or anything, but she had standards as far as what she would let herself do for work. “Too long.” A soft sigh would be exhaled as if in exasperation.
“I used to have a life before this place. Not that you didn’t, but you know what I mean. I played in a pretty successful band, we toured a lot.” Her eyes lifted and she observed Laura, watching the other woman work. “If you could do something here, what do you think that would be?” Was this an impromptu interview? Maybe. They seemed to get along well and if the woman wasn’t employed, maybe the bakery was something Laura could find a place at. Baking wasn’t necessarily a requirement, mostly it was serving customers, taking orders, taking money. Basic stuff. But if the other did happen to like baking there were ample things to get after.