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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Try as she might, Melinda couldn’t quite quell the snort that escaped her; recent experience had taught her that it didn’t really matter what anyone said, all it took was for someone looking for a story or gossip and anything could become the wrong idea for someone.

“Mm, still want to do it,” she answered Cho and took a sip of the water she had been given. “Renovations are going according to plan. All I need is to come up with some names for the new cakes, so maybe have the party on Saturday the thirty-first, though I’m not sure where and then open the shop on extraordinarily on Monday the second with samples and tasters?”

This indulgence, this getting her nails done was something she loved but also something she rarely did. More often than not her fingers and hands were buried in dough or covered in batter or cream and she spent so much time cleaning her hands that any nail decorations wouldn’t last more than half an hour at most. Then there was the matter of what the customers could see, and she would rather let them see her naked, well-trimmed nails than have them wonder what any nail polish might be hiding. But there would be nothing like that for at least another week, and on Monday she even had plans to leave London, so she had decided to go all the way, though still keep it classy. “Dark red,” she told her and glanced down at her fingers that were slowly but surely taking on a rather different look from what she was used to.