"Sam! We need towels back here!" Emily yelled from the back. 

"Coming!" Sam yelled back, placing the miniaturized chair back on her display. Turning, she headed to housewares and grabbed two stacks of their good seconds towels, those that still had life but were too worn to be firsts. Of course, it would be her job to get them washed, dried, and stacked again.

While both stacks were tall, they weren't too heavy, just hard to see past as she headed down the aisle for the back room. Slipping inside the storeroom, Sam called out, "I got the towels!" as she put them down on the small desk, next to the industrial gold-tan time clock.

Turning towards the loading bay, she groans at the muddy footprints the boys were bringing in.. Wait, was that Georgia helping them?

[i]What, is this your witch scout good deed for the day?[/i] Sam sighs, watching the mechanic.

"Emily, I'm going to go across the street for coffee, okay?" It would warm them up some, and faster than setting up the coffee urn. Maybe if she was lucky, they still had some donuts left.