Zacharias Smith (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unspeakableness) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Zacharias nodded as he listened to her suggestions. They were things he'd thought about before, but he'd thought he'd likely need to modify them. The one saving grace to all of it, however, was that he didn't have a lot of Christmas decorations. Christmas was a fine enough holiday, and he put up some things here and there, but he didn't get into it the same way others did. He did have a tree, which was something, a few items he thought were nice but entirely at the mercy of nosy kittens if they managed to get up high enough to knock them over, as well as other festive items to put up. But his Christmas decoration collection could all fit into one box. Admittedly, that box had been charmed to fit it all in one box but not by that much.
"That sounds like a lot of things to keep you busy," he said of what all she had to do with the shop.It secretly made him glad he didn't work in a shop, even if he had his own hands full with various undertakings at work. "But I'd think you enjoy it, yeah? Otherwise you wouldn't do it." Especially since she also published articles on the subject. To him, that meant she had far more talent and knowledge to absolutely need to work in a shop, even with what she'd told him. Maybe the Ministry wouldn't consider hiring her, but he doubted others were as stupid. Besides, it wasn't like working in a shop paid so well. So he reasoned she couldn't entirely hate it. But, he'd been wrong a lot in his young life, and this could just be another tick mark in that column for him.