It's been a day since the paycheck from the inn came in, and Magne is still reeling from the sheer amount that she'd gotten. It was more money than she'd ever had in her life all at once. Her first instinct, to squirrel all of it away except for what she needed to use for necessities, is tested when she remembers the last time she'd talked with Jeff and learned about his need for a proper instrument.
Some shopping has been done on her own time, behind his back with the intention of making sure that she could actually keep the promise that she was now about to make.
"Hey there, sweet thing," she greets him as she slides onto the stool next to him. In two fingers, she has a folded over piece of paper, which she offers to him with a small smirk.
It's a receipt, made out to her with the 300 brass down payment on a commission.
Guitar Acquisition Time
Some shopping has been done on her own time, behind his back with the intention of making sure that she could actually keep the promise that she was now about to make.
"Hey there, sweet thing," she greets him as she slides onto the stool next to him. In two fingers, she has a folded over piece of paper, which she offers to him with a small smirk.
It's a receipt, made out to her with the 300 brass down payment on a commission.
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