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A lull of activity in the morning wasn’t a rare occurrence by any means. It came with the business. Sure, there were some pockets here and there that wandered into the bistro for an easy breakfast, but when half the Wonderlanders spent their mornings working their (not so literal, in some cases) tails off, and when all the good alcohol was locked up tight until noon, a large sum of their profit came from the later hours of the day. 

As such, the early hours of the day also tended to be the most generally boring, unless they made the joint decision to go out and use the prime upkeep time to pester the Alices or their fellow Wonderlanders. Which they did, admittedly. A lot. However, with the recent influx of the former, all that kicked aside work had crept up on the Tweedle Twins like some sort of drooling, slothlike beast. Or a Patchsnag. Probably a Patchsnag, if they had to put a beast to the description. 

Monster comparisons aside, it was still a lot to get done. Indigo sat at one of the tables, head bowed over the checkbook and receipts and looseleaf paper scattered across the warm wood. Behind her, Percival was dutifully scanning the stock of booze, the ingredients, testing the instruments and appliances and whatnot. Everything that needed to be replaced or replenished, he quickly scribbled down, then moved onto whatever needed to be checked next.

[color=#FF6600]“Okay,”[/color] Percival said after a few more rounds. With a grunt, he plopped down into the chair opposite Indigo, legs stretching out to rest on the table- then immediately slipping back down before his heels could even kiss the wood, clacking against the floor and settling there. Had just cleaned the thing, after all. [color=#FF6600]“So. We’re almost out of riesling, and we’re running sorta low on the whiskey. Need to get our hands on some more honey, too.”[/color]

[color=#9999FF]“Hmm.”[/color] Indigo glanced up at her brother out of the corner of her eye, then squinted at the mountains of paper before her. [color=#9999FF]“Think we can cover that easy. Anything else?”[/color]

[color=#FF6600]“Should probably brush up some on our chicken stock. And flour. Maybe a few more batches of eggs, but ‘sides from that, we’re actually doing pretty good supply-wise.”[/color] Percival stretched, bringing his arms high above his head, then letting them fall with a thunk. [color=#FF6600]“How’s the cash?”[/color] 

[color=#9999FF]“No trouble there, either.”[/color] Indigo grinned. [color=#9999FF]“Even with all the stuff we need, I’d say we’re still gonna have a nice little bit of extra spending money this season.”[/color] That was one of the upsides of Alices popping up- the inevitable boom in business that came with them. Not many knew what was safe to eat in Wonderland and what wasn’t, and there was usually at least a few with a taste for alcohol. A taste that seemed to only grow stronger with all the “weird shit” they saw- to quote one of their guests that had long since gone off to who-knows-where. 

The two exchanged some customary hi-fives before settling back, working in tandem to clear the table, replace the mess with fresh sheets of paper, then set out to write the inventory requests. 

It was the usual pace of things. Even with the appearance of the latest batch of Alices showing up to shake the boots off Wonderland (especially Eugene, who seemed particularly fixated on a certain blond), work still needed to be done. Life crawled on forward. 

Even if both of them would’ve been happy to be doing literally anything else at the moment.