ooc: gah... sorry this took so long
Gem grinned- flushed a gentle and rosy pink, partially with pleasure and partially with embarrassment. Her hands were small but fast, darting out to swat at his shoulders and ears. He was incorrigible. Not that she completely objected. If her sister and Wolf had not been in the house, she might have enjoyed a little mid-breakfast romp. But she had more important matters to worry about. Her shop wasn't going to set up itself and now, with everyone working to build Sundance back to it's pre-war glory, she might be able to trade some help or some of the tools she'd need for the promise of leather goods once her shop was up and running. But first, she had to get Saint, Wolf, and Libby to let her out from under their cumulative thumbs.
"No deliveries unfortunately... I haven't had the proper resources to get anything substantial done... but it's all related... I actually need to get you and Libby and Wolf all sitting at the same table before I really bring everything up. I have a bit of a... well of a request to present to the three of you-" She hesitated for a moment, taking the time to turn down the burner, place a loaded plate in front of Saint, and sit caddy-corner from him at the table. Drawing her feet up beneath her on the wooden chair, Gemini voiced the thought that she knew he wasn't going to be ecstatic about, "I need to go back to the Shipwright's Arms. My shop isn't going to set itself up and the poor old pub is going to waste."