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The door of the bistro jingled merrily with Luka’s entrance, although it seemed to take both owners a moment to register that it had even made a sound at all. It was Percival who had looked up from their frantic scribbling first, a wide grin stretching across his face at the sight of their guest. [color=#FF6600]“Well, look who it is,”[/color] he crowed. His hand flew forwards to jab at Indigo’s shoulder, only for her to smack it away before it could connect. 

Smirking a little to herself (more than a little upon hearing her brother’s mumbled curse), Indigo turned, seeming to visibly pep up. 

[color=#9999FF]“If it isn’t Luka!”[/color] She hopped to her feet, sauntering over to swing her arm over their guest’s shoulders. She liked the kid. Had picked up a job with them not long ago as a server, and wasn’t half bad at it. Made a good test subject for new cocktails and snacks and whatever, to boot. [color=#9999FF]“Can’t say it’s been a helluva party or anything, honestly. Been working around the shop since the sun came up.”[/color]

[color=#FF6600]“You mean ‘sitting around since the sun came up while Perc gets all the hard work out of the way’.”[/color] Percival leaned back in his chair- dangerously so- and threw his arm over his forehead with a dramatic groan. [color=#FF6600]“She’s been working me right down to the bone, here! It’s inhumane, Blonds! Downright cruel!”[/color]

Indigo rolled her eyes. [color=#9999FF]“Yeah, cause y’know just how backbreaking counting supplies can be. Not like I’ve been slaving over the finances or anything, here.”[/color] She gave Luka a hearty smack on the back. [color=#9999FF]“Blonds and I know what a [i]real[/i] day’s work is around here, isn’t that right?”[/color] 

[color=#FF6600]“Oi.”[/color]  Percival propped the chair back into its normal position, making a face. [color=#FF6600]“I did the finances last time, didn’t I? Have a right to complain, here.”[/color]

[color=#9999FF]“We’ve been trading off the job since we got the bistro, Perc.”[/color]

[color=#FF6600]“Exactly!”[/color]

The two seemed just about on the brink of another argument, speaking with their distinctive rapidness, before they suddenly seemed to remember that they had company. Rising from the table, Percival joined his sister in tossing an arm over Luka’s shoulders, taking the side opposite of Indigo to do so. [color=#FF6600]“Anyway,”[/color] he said, [color=#FF6600]“what brings you around, Blonds? Coming in for work?”[/color]

[color=#9999FF]“Or for some breakfast or something?”[/color] Indigo chimed in. [color=#9999FF]“Can’t officially sell you some wine or anything if that’s what you’re looking for, but I do have a few things whipped up you can taste test for me real quicklike.”[/color]

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[@knifeman]