She was never going on vacation ever again, Stacey had decided. Or if she did, she was absolutely not leaving Meatball in charge of anything ever. Aside from the fact that her office had been a disaster, it didn't seem that the other artist had done much of anything while she'd been gone. After an hour of struggling to get things straight while sitting her her cramped office, she'd finally given up and grabbed the stacks of paperwork to find somewhere to spread out.
Which was why she was currently sprawled in the middle of the foyer floor when the bell over the door chimed, muttering to herself as she sorted stacks of parchment. Glancing up at the potential customer, Stacey smiled as she said, "Hey there. Forgive my mess," with a waved motion to the parchment surrounding her.