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Carrying a large bowl of batter with both arms, Grayson shuffled a little over towards the refrigerator, struggling to grasp for the handle with his left hand before barely managing to get a grip on it. Flinging it open, he placed the bowl on the top section before closing the fridge, a heavy sigh of relief emitting from him. With that, all of the prep work for opening up shop would be done! The floors glistened, not because they were wet, but because they were clean, the tables lacked dust, the only noticeable problems with them would be the slight wear over the years, but nothing too unsightly. It wasn't like he had the money to suddenly renovate, even with... well...

Grayson shook his head, he didn't need that doubt right now. There were more pressing issues that he could come up with, like asking Waconia how to deal with a hangover. She owned a bar after all, maybe she knew of some miracle brew that would help with one. Not to say he was hungover now, but after that party... it wasn't fun. He chuckled for a bit though, even if the event was a disaster, at least he wasn't the only one who suffered? Not on purpose, of course, the people affected by his cream puffs were like family to him, but the more he dwelled on it, it was kinda funny that his plan backfired so horrendously.

Shrugging at his own train of thought, he did a little shuffle over to the door, flipping the sign to indicate he was now open before walking back to the kitchen area. While he waited, he supposed he'd cook himself a meal. And, if nobody would come in, he'd close the store for a bit to go out and find someone to talk to. Nodding at his own plan with a smirk, he began to think of all the things he could cook. He settled upon fluffy french toast drenched in melted butter and powdered sugar... The very thought made his stomach growl. He could accompany it with some fresh coffee, maybe just a french vanilla latte... The possibilities were, well not endless, but as vast as his inventory would allow. As he turned on the stove and reached for the premade batter for french toast, a tingle of excitement sprang upon him as he awaited the aroma of fresh cook food.