sweets for the sweet

[ivy_chan]

Took care of the nephew yesterday and arranged a treat for him- I got him to pick out a movie, (which was Monsters Inc) and brought him downstairs to where I'd set up a bunch of pillows, a blanket, and his Buzz Lightyear tent. I turned off all the lights except for the base in this lamp made of red glass that looks like a lantern when lit, handed

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[ivy_chan]

Piandao decided that when he finished up college, he was going to go be a businessman or CEO, or someone equally important. Maybe start with accounting or bookkeeping and work his way up.

He hadn't actually foreseen himself working in a sweet shop/tea shop mix with two weird older guys. One of them drank tea and quoted parables at people who'd listen, and the other grumbled and demanded that he organize the stock, what was he thinking about, he needed to organize that goddamn candy stock.

This was not the way he had planned his life going. Not particularly.

Piandao stared in a mixture of awe and dismay as Iroh spouted off another parable to a group of young women checking out the bonbons. The man was only about ten or fifteen years older than him, for god's sake. He acted like he was sixty. He was all for deep and educational reading- he was an intellectual himself, but the sage advice was kind of stereotypically old master.

He'd told Iroh that and he'd laughed and told him something about true knowledge coming with age. What was up with that guy?

Jeong Jeong showed up in his peripheral vision abruptly and he almost jumped. "Yes?" he asked, wondering how the guy managed to move around like that.

"You have not yet stocked the sour patch kids," Jeong Jeong told him, giving him a severe look. To his credit, most of his expressions were severe when they weren't expressing a deep boredom with his surroundings.

Piandao looked at the bin of sour candies. Sure enough, it was running low. "I thought we were good on those," he muttered suspiciously.

Jeong Jeong looked innocent, which meant he continued to look intense. This didn't quite hide the sprinkle of sugar on his shirt and the slight smirk he was not entirely successful in hiding.

"Seriously," Piandao stated. "You seriously ate a large quantity of our sour patch kids. And you are now telling me to restock them."

"That's your job, is it not?" Jeong Jeong asked rhetorically, still looking vaguely amused.

"...You owe me at least three sparring sessions for this," Piandao demanded, going to the back to find the box of candy. As he was walking off, he could just make out Jeong Jeong muttering 'Is that what kids are calling it these days?'