quicklog: connie/newt
[The front desk was perfectly normal for a B&B except for one little detail: the looming sugar glider cage. Atticus didn't mind it and the guests hadn't complain in droves, so there it stood. Behind it was the patron saint of the B&B herself: Connie Gunster. Connie was wearing her ghost pokemon dress with black leggings and a shawl over her shoulders to stay warm. The B&B was notoriously breezy, after all.
She was flipping through a cookbook that Frank had given her for Christmas that was all about baking cookies. When she heard someone, she looked up and smiled widely.] Well, well! [She pointed to a stool next to the front desk for him to sit on. In front of her were two glasses full of rum chata and ice plus a big platter of cookies. A bunch of different kinds to choose from. Connie closed her book dramatically:] Okay, I gotta ask, was Jack a grumpy kid or did he evolve into who he is today?