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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

It was small, but it was there; the waver that that confirmed the nervousness Melinda had only guessed at before. That was the last thing she wanted for Bryony, and before she could think, she reached over and put her hand on top of Bryony’s, hoping to calm her. “It’s alright,” she said with a smile. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m not expecting you to know everything right away.” Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, she let go and sat back in her chair.

“I have Mark working out back. He’s and amazing baker, but he can’t decorate and he’s no good out here with the public, so he takes care of the ovens. However,” she held up her hand to signal that there was more to that. “I’m sure that he’ll be asking for help every bit as often as I will, until you’ve found your own feet here. So…” she looked down at the notes in her hand. “How about we start out with a couple of hours a day, however many you want or have time for, and then once you know your way around here, we’ll adjust your hours and days so it suits you and the things you’re best at?”