[IC -- whereever you are]

[comes_clean]

[a woman is carrying a large basket full of freshly cleaned clothes with one arm; it is almost the size of her entire torso, but she seems at ease carrying it.]

Taking new orders now -- all orders from last week will be delivered today. Well? I'm waiting.

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[justacultist]

How much?

[comes_clean]

Thirty. I'll give you a discount for that favor the other day.

[justacultist]

Sounds good. Just let me grab the laundry.

[comes_clean]

You do that.

[sets the basket down, and stretches her arm, which makes creaky noises]

[justacultist]

Sore?

[comes_clean]

If you were dragging this from the Temple and back, you would be too.

[justacultist]

Could I persuade you to buy some painkillers then?

[comes_clean]

[small smile]

I've had worse. Do you doubt my stamina?

[justacultist]

Of course not, I wouldn't dream of it.

[comes_clean]

[hands him his clothes, fresh and clean and smelling of incense]

Good to know you still have a head on your shoulders.

[justacultist]

[sniffs]

Ah, I would be worried if I didn't. These smell heavenly as usual, m'dear.

[comes_clean]

[pulls her hair out of her bandanna and shakes it out a little]

You forgot something, Elior.

[justacultist]

Oh? Ah, yes, one moment...

[goes to get money.]

[comes_clean]

[waits, crossing her arms over her chest]

[justacultist]

[comes back!]

And here we are.

[comes_clean]

[takes the money and deposits it in her waist-pouch]

Will that be all?