Ino cast a contemplative look up at her lab as she wandered into her shop--huh, someone, probably Sparkle, had put everything back out; nice--and resolutely settled herself down at the counter instead.

Man, Sabine had done great work, she decided, studying the impact of the new paint with her shelving.

Good, good. It was good.

Admiring it wasn't going to keep her busy for her whole shift, though, so after a bit Ino got up to restlessly pace. It just wasn't the sort of day to be mixing things up, which left her at a bit of a loss.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free!]