Front Lawn; Saturday Afternoon.

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle had plans to go over some business reports and some stock update and the Westing will and studying about fifty other things, but it was way too nice of a day to do all that inside. Which explained the blanket spread out in front of the front lawn of the doors with a little circle of a makeshift office of super-duper multitasking that Turtle had plopped down on. She had her headphones on and was singing along badly to songs on the radio as she worked, idly draining a handwavey Squishy. Mmmmm, Red...

[[ open for any lawn needs; I'm bogged with lots of school work, so slowness may occur or be standard, really, but we'll see ]]