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Room 220, Friday afternoon
Jul. 17th, 2020 02:54 pmTahani had been going out every morning (early, when no one could see her) and smacking rocks with shovels to make money.
Bells.
Whichever.
The point was between that, a weird knack for furniture making, and savvy turnip market skills, she had made enough bells to expand her room with a huuuuuuuuuge closet (still, inexplicably, in the same amount of physical space) and a complete set of mermaid furniture.
Oh yeah.
Was it bad to be so gleeful about how much nicer her room was than anyone else's?
Yes it was. She'd lost 50 points just this morning. The obnoxious dance about it cost her another 20 on her way to the Bad Place.
Bells.
Whichever.
The point was between that, a weird knack for furniture making, and savvy turnip market skills, she had made enough bells to expand her room with a huuuuuuuuuge closet (still, inexplicably, in the same amount of physical space) and a complete set of mermaid furniture.
Oh yeah.
Was it bad to be so gleeful about how much nicer her room was than anyone else's?
Yes it was. She'd lost 50 points just this morning. The obnoxious dance about it cost her another 20 on her way to the Bad Place.
