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Bluebell waved it off, “You’re still just a teen. I can drink legally,” she arched her brows at the other girl, 4 years still made her the senior here. Starting to wander around the shop with noticeably less hostility than when she’d first entered, she commented, “I can see that, but I mean… like you work work here or is it like your workshop? Like my Evil Lair?”

“So what?” Lucy snarks, turning and hurrying to keep pace with Bluebell to make sure she didn’t try to take anything. “Who says it isn’t both?” she asks pointedly, sounding protective of the space.

Bluebell tipped her head at Lucy, confused, “Of course it can’t be both,” she made little circular hand motions as she tried to articulate her logic, “If it’s your workshop then it’s yours. He can’t pay yourself to work in it!”

She put her hands on her hips and turned to face Lucy fully, “You aren’t much of a villain, are you?”