Stacey Rivera (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pinkyink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Stacey stuck her tongue out at Seamus for a moment before shaking her head with a grin. "As long as it doesn't have fish or an abundance of lettuce, I don't really care. Whatever will be quick," she answered with a shrug. Reaching out for the offered snack with one hand, she asked, "Have I told you yet this week that you're a lifesaver? Because you are." Finngian's tended to be her source of lunch and/or dinner on multiple occasions during any given week, since it was just so much easier to walk next door than it was to go all the way home and come back. And here there weren't any kittens for her to get distracted by, so she would actually return to the shop when she needed to, rather than getting caught up in something else.
"Not bad is pretty good," Stacey said, then paused at her own mini-philosophical statement. She sighed and made a face at the question before explaining, "It was more that he didn't really know what he was getting into and wasn't really prepared. First tattoo, and he didn't seem to get he fact that it's a needle forcing color into being a scar - of course it's going to fucking hurt. So we had to keep stopping and taking breaks, so something that should have taken half an hour wound up taking two." She rolled her eyes before popping a handful of nuts in her mouth. "Disregard me, I'm grumpy from lack of sustenance."