Yasha had one of the cinnamon bear claws that Jester had sent when she arrived this morning, and she was nibbling away at it very slowly; she'd gotten two dozen pastries, but she was trying to stretch those out to last as long as possible. Though probably without getting stale or moldy like some of the baked goods that Jester tended to keep in her bright pink magical haversack for much longer than they should be kept.

She was still a little bit hesitant when it came to preparing the tea, but she was doing better at that now than she had been when she first started here, at least; when that was done, she focused her attention on the pallet of potting soil and peat moss that had been delivered just as she was getting to work. Those needed to be put away -- which she was doing with slightly ridiculous amounts of ease, picking up two or three sacks at a time and carrying them into the back with no more effort than it might take to pick up a ream or two of paper.

And the sooner she got that done, the sooner she could settle in with her book and her pastries and just sort of lose herself for a little while.

[OOC: I am going to be at work with nothing to do. Please save me.]