With the warm season rolling in, business for Dirty Plants has been slowly picking up. Magnus is happy to be busy again, though he's usually kept working throughout the year either way (he can make a damn nice coffee table). Merle is always happy to see his business thriving. Only Taako bitches and moans, having reveled in the winter's freedom to sit around most of the day doing whatever he pleased; the only thing motivating him is the promise of the seasonal pay raise.
"I know that address!" he had shouted in the morning when looking at the customer information for the consultation that day. He didn't know what house exactly, but it was in Angus's neighborhood. His eyes were bright and shiny as he told Merle not to offer any cut corners and to go for premium pricing. "Trust me, this's Angus's street, they can afford it."
Merle had to admit the idea of up-charging was enticing, even if business was doing well. Too much money was the opposite of a problem and he'd be happy to take some of it off the hands of someone well off. Unfortunately, Magnus had heard them and put in an argument against such unsavory tactics and damn if Merle couldn't shake his voice from his head. Why did he employ someone with such a sense of morality?
Right. His custom work brought in some big spenders.
"Right with you!" Merle calls out from somewhere in the back of the store. He checks his watch and realizes it's nearly time for that day's appointment. He walks quickly to the front of the store, wiping his glasses with a corner of his bright floral Hawaiian print shirt as he went. He pauses to look over the man in his store, dressed to the nines in a suit. He stands out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of the rustic shop. "You're the one who called about the consultation, I take it?"
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"I know that address!" he had shouted in the morning when looking at the customer information for the consultation that day. He didn't know what house exactly, but it was in Angus's neighborhood. His eyes were bright and shiny as he told Merle not to offer any cut corners and to go for premium pricing. "Trust me, this's Angus's street, they can afford it."
Merle had to admit the idea of up-charging was enticing, even if business was doing well. Too much money was the opposite of a problem and he'd be happy to take some of it off the hands of someone well off. Unfortunately, Magnus had heard them and put in an argument against such unsavory tactics and damn if Merle couldn't shake his voice from his head. Why did he employ someone with such a sense of morality?
Right. His custom work brought in some big spenders.
"Right with you!" Merle calls out from somewhere in the back of the store. He checks his watch and realizes it's nearly time for that day's appointment. He walks quickly to the front of the store, wiping his glasses with a corner of his bright floral Hawaiian print shirt as he went. He pauses to look over the man in his store, dressed to the nines in a suit. He stands out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of the rustic shop. "You're the one who called about the consultation, I take it?"