sunshinesally | Inbox [Pumpkin Hollow]

Is there a bell on the door to the apothecary? Well, if there is, it chimes as César enters the shop from the snowy outdoors. He takes care to shut the door behind him, even if he has to put some weight into it. Winter is trying to come in.

"Whew!" César's in good spirits, even if his poor hair is under a beanie again.

That fun bell on the door rings again, and Leon makes his way into the apothecary, glancing around on the items on display with some curiosity. He's put off coming here for a little while now - it's been easy to find excuses to be too busy, between getting started at his new job and generally getting settled in - but it's about time he cut that out and get it taken care of. Chris did vouch for Sally, after all. It won't be that bad.

He approaches the counter with the kind of very deliberate poker face that loops back around into making it obvious that he's trying not to seem nervous and clears his throat.

"Hey, are you Sally Boyle? Chris Freeman sent me your way. Said you could help me out with a medication thing." He gestures with the envelope containing the prescription Chris wrote him.

Edited (typos!!!!) 2024-03-19 00:43 (UTC)

The bell on the door tinkles as it will when someone comes in, and Fever pauses a few steps in to look around. There's something soothing about being in a place called an apothecary, in seeing somewhere that looks familiar enough, but the other part of it is her eying what's been made out of curiosity.

The medicine had really helped, the other day, and if nothing else it'd be good to have some for emergencies. And she might even dare to hope something for the nightmares, though that's a longer shot. But she's in no rush, and simply inspects while she waits for someone to help.

[While they are still in the casino, Crichton calls Sally on her sending stone sounding uncharacteristically nervous.]

"Hey, Sally. I uh... I got you something from one of the shops here and I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to meet up for dinner so I can give it to you? Um. As a date?"

“Um… Pardon me, muthsera? You are Sally Boyle, correct?”

The hooded womer is heard well before she speaks, the bells sewn into her dress jingling with every step. Sally has likely seen Drelasa around, especially as she takes care of producing many everyday items at the forge, but the two haven’t had much of an occasion to speak.

Yellow does what is becoming a habit of his around beginning difficult conversations. He walks in, walks up to Sally even if she's with a customer, and says, "My name isn't John. I lied."

Sally's package is soft, and opening it reveals a fine scarf - red, but in the light it subtly shimmers, gold woven through just enough for it to give a sense of movement. It's made to last, despite the finery, warm and comfortable.

A smaller package bundled in the middle says it's for Gwen, and opening it, there is a pair of hair ribbons in a bright golden yellow.

The note inside is short, sweet, wishing them a happy Givingstide.

Sally's Inbox!

Early February, Apothecary

no subject

apothecary.

Date Night?

At Sally’s Place of Business, Mid November

post-gala by a few days, probably; apothecary

givingstide.