Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Sure, Melinda was fine with Oliver being raffled off for charity – maybe even more so than Oliver was – but she had still spent the majority of the money she had set aside for his, on tickets to win him. The rest, she had spread out between her friends, and two people she wouldn’t mind getting to know better; Percy and Marcus.
After she had added the tickets to the various bowls, she headed to the donation table to make her own donations, and just caught the murmur from the man in front of her. Shifting a little, she recognised him and sent him a smile. “You don’t think being raffled off is enough?” she asked him, dropping first Sweet Nothings’ pouch of coins into the box, along with an invitation for the Foundation to stop by her shop whenever on foundation related work with the children, and then the rather larger pouch from the Apothecary.