Opening day.
Fred hummed to himself as he wiped the counter, feeling good now that everything was ready and a bouncy Poppy had been able to finally turn on the neon sign in the bigger window. The place was open for business; food cooked, booths arranged and properly bolted down (that had been kind of embarrassing. He was glad Hank had a better idea of the right bolts to use than he had. And that it had only been him that hit the floor when the too short ones had pulled out).
"Dad, is there anything else I can do?" Poppy stuck her head out of the back where she'd been checking on the food, her tail curling with anxiety.
"No." He looked around. "I think we're good, sweetheart. Where's Hank?"
"Hanging from the ceiling by his toes." She looked over her shoulder.
"I'm studying!" came the protest of her thirteen year old brother.
"Cut it out, you two." Fred shook his head, then put down the rag. "Alright, hold down the fort till I get back. If anything happens just...."
"Yell for Eleanor, we know." Poppy grinned at him, then ducked back in the kitchen to make doubly sure that there wasn't anything else that she could do.
Fred grinned and headed for the Nexus.
"Dad, is there anything else I can do?" Poppy stuck her head out of the back where she'd been checking on the food, her tail curling with anxiety.
"No." He looked around. "I think we're good, sweetheart. Where's Hank?"
"Hanging from the ceiling by his toes." She looked over her shoulder.
"I'm studying!" came the protest of her thirteen year old brother.
"Cut it out, you two." Fred shook his head, then put down the rag. "Alright, hold down the fort till I get back. If anything happens just...."
"Yell for Eleanor, we know." Poppy grinned at him, then ducked back in the kitchen to make doubly sure that there wasn't anything else that she could do.
Fred grinned and headed for the Nexus.