Zach Wright

In their usual bid for small talk, the staff at J,GoB had asked Boc, when he came in for his usual cinnamon roll, if he had any plans for Father's Day, but he didn't even know what that was, and had to explain that he didn't really have a father. He didn't have a mother, either, at least not any more, and telling them that made him feel all awkward and sad and so as soon as he could, he thanked them for thr cinnamon roll and went scampering off to his corner.

He wasn't really that hungry anymore, though. But it was still delicious, so he was just making slow work through the pastry while brooding and wondering what he could work on making that week to make his mother proud.

[[ work is actually slowish? So definitely open for all your baked good needs! ]]

Boc did not wear shoes. So Boc very often did not understand shoes. Sure, some of them made sense and were logical and he could see why people who wore shoes would find them practical or fashionable. He liked the look of a lot of boots and thought the possibilities with canvas sneakers were fascinating. Heels shoes looked more like torture than anything else, and most sandals, he was still a little unsure about.

But today he'd received a box of jelly sandals, and he did not know what to think of them.

On the one hand, his first impression was revulsion. But then he thought well maybe they were durable and therefor actually practical? But then he just thought about the plastic material and his nose wrinkled right back to disdain again. But some of them were very pretty colors. Some even with sparkles!

So he was left feeling a little baffled by them, shifting through the box to find the prettiest ones to put on display and then shoving the rest of the box behind the counter for now while he thought about how he felt about it and maybe considered asking Luma what she thought when she came in on Thursday.

Pixie Dust is open!