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"Of course miss, this is the best stuff for back pain that I could grow! Of course if it gets worse.. uhm, you should like, go see a doctor. Just make sure you don't over use it, and it may leave your skin a bit spicy..." June Beckett, owner of the Neighbor's Wisdom, was just finishing up selling some capsaicin crème to an older couple, who had come for a bit of evening tea, but also something to help with the wife's back and joint pain. June, knowing all sorts of natural and herbal remedies, had got them something that would help a little, and didn't feel the need ot charge them anything for it. Knowing that the woman was going to feel better, and the fact they already had bought tea and some snacks June had made, was enough for him. With a little bit of a wave, June would see them out the door, in their car and down the slightly cobbled road that made up the path to his little slice of heaven. The two level barn that June had turned into the Neighbor's Wisdom was just a short walk from his small house, and the most important part of the area; the large lighthouse that June kept running, and got paid by the local government for doing so. It was enough to survive on, with the shop giving him the spending cash to do anything he needed. June loved it, but he loved it more for what was coming up.
Once every couple weeks, June liked to clean up the the upper floors, which served as the main dining hall/lounge, and host a late night social for the adults of Berwyn Harbor to come, and just relax to some music, enjoy some "treats"; some weed, some psychedelics, and plenty of options for people who don't partake in those things. June just really liked having people around, people who weren't so uptight like how so many seemed today, and people who just wanted a break from the hustle and bustle of the world. This cold whether called for some warm drinks and snacks to go with all the fun, but June had to get work done first. With a stretch from his seat at the front counter, the hybrid would grab a beanie to keep up his ginger hair, the grey material a good balance with the of the
outfit June was wearing.
"Alright... got to go sweep and move some stuff around. Should be easy enough!" With a hum, he was quickly up the slightly rickety spiral staircase, and was off to work.
Turning up the music on a small speaker, June went to work. There was only a few tables and chairs he needed to get out of the way, moving them off to the side to begin to sweep. Since the place was a little older, dust seemed to get everywhere constantly, and cleaning up was defiently a daily chore. Even that June didn't mind, finding comfort in the repetitive motions of his daily life. What he was really trying to do was get the floor nice and clean, shifting over couches and lounge chairs to make a rough circle, with a small chest full of thick pillows and soft blankets for those who needed or wanted them. Sometime June would wind up cuddling someone, but other times he ended up just being a little wired and would play some board games with people. The options were endless, and made June giddy thinking about it. The room took no time to get somewhat clean, and with everything moved, he could get downstairs and begin cooking. In the back of the barn was a small kitchen add on built by the previous owner, June's uncle. It wasn't nothing more than a stove/oven, a sink, and some counterspace. That is where anyone walking in would find June, working away on some Hot Cocoa, and a bit of pumpkin bread. It was made with homemade pumpkin of course, as June's extensive garden seemed to keep his produce fresh much longer than it should be, all thanks to little magic the hybrid had casted over it. regardless of the case, the space would soon be filled with the smell of spices, and chocolate, enticing any and all to come through the doors for a night of enjoyment.