Pan felt worlds better than he had the day before, when he'd been recovering from his drinking and adventures from the night of the Towel Party. He hadn't read the book that the whole thing was based on, but it was definately his kind of party and one that he looked forward to every year. He'd spent most of Wednesday in bed or lounging about on the deck of his boat.
Thursday morning he decided he had to drag himself out of bed and get back to earning some goods for the tribe, and himself. He didn't feel like turning any tricks at the Outskirts that day, so instead he set himself up at the Trading Post. He laid his various trade items all over the top of a picnic table and had himself a seat on one side of it. Business was a little slow and so Pan had gathered some of the weeds and wildflowers around the Post to sit and weave into headbands and necklaces. He was wearing one such headband, and working on another when a cheerful looking girl greeted him.
He looked up with a smile, his hands still working at the braided pattern of the weeds in his hands. "'Ello, can I help you with something this morning?"