Harper? Was back. Grams had proven to be a saint - a really annoying one who lost track of what was going on at certain times, but a saint nonetheless - who bailed Harper out of jail. Now that she was back home and away from the rudest law enforcement officer ever, she was feeling much more like her old self. Now she just needed to get the bakery back up and running. Two days it was closed and without any word as to when it was going to open again. Harper knew there was a faithful customer base, and she needed to assure them that everything was a-okay. So she woke up early and decided to print off new fliers promoting several deals. Half off on all specialty cakes, dozens of cupcakes for a killer price, and then cake-pops that were just to die for. She was hoping that the kick off sale the next week would really help her pay her grandmother back for not only the bail money, but also the fine that came along with Harper's punishment. Of course, this confectionery festival meant that she would be doing a lot of work over the weekend. Baking all day and all night was exhausting, but Harper was really looking forward to it after not being around her oven for a couple of days. After she printed off her fliers, she decided to get dressed. And now that she had her wardrobe at her disposal, she was pulling all the stops.
'Don't you think you wore enough orange already?' Crayola yawned as he stretched out along the back of the couch. "You kidding?" Harper twirled in front of her full length mirror, watching the light catch and dance across the metallic material of her skirt. "I make prison orange look fabulous." And with that, she grabbed up her bag and fliers and head out to post them across the town. 'Bring back some tuna.' Her familiar rolled over to paw at her as she walked by. "Didn't you eat enough while I was away?" The cat almost shrugged, staring up at her blankly. She knew someone came in while she was away to feed the cat, but who was the question. Crayola didn't say anything, so she just assumed that it was her grandmother - who then forgot to mention it. Per usual.
The temperature had dropped significantly and Harper had to fight not to roll her eyes as she was walking around town. Seriously, fall and winter could go fuck themselves. She wanted summer to be the perma-season so she could relish the heat. Still, today wasn't as bad as it could be, and a day out in cool weather was better than a day locked up behind bars with a sprinkler over her head. So she was humming Life on Mars as she turned the corner, only to catch sight of a man who was rather involved with his reflection in a storefront window. Harper couldn't help but laugh a little as she approached him. "I think if you stare any harder, he might hop off the window and ask you to marry him." Now that she was closer, her gaze lingered on his makeup and she was suddenly incredibly jealous. "That's not even fair; I was born a girl and I can't do my own makeup as well as you can. Did you sell your soul or something?"