Look, Surreal had taken last Monday off because she'd needed a day to laugh herself sick recover from being a Bad Influence and bank robber.

That meant today she was going to put in an extra-long shift. Or rather, it was a good thing she'd already planned on extra hours today, because she couldn't get into the Magic Box. Both the front and back doors were blocked with deliveries. Piles and piles of boxes, and when Surreal opened them, well...

She was going to blame the move back to the dorms. Clearly, Ingvar already missed them. Not that it was going to stop her from hanging half of the stuff up, or putting it on sale: sometimes it was fun to mess with people's preconceptions of Craft.

The Magic Box was open, and the former Bonnie of Bonnie-and-Bonnie was behind the counter.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD. This is what happens when bitten_notshy makes me prompt her.]