“Bailey! You can’t pass out back here. It’s bad for business,” Sam said, kicking at the man’s shoe and tempted to dump one of the jars of pickled pigs feet over his head. She knew she’d just have to be the one to clean it up, though, so she refrained. “Wake up, old man. Go home if you’re just going to sleep.”

When Sam saw the state of the store after the earthquake, she legit cried a little, and she never cried. But seeing the shop, a place where she poured most of her energy and her heart into, nearly completely destroyed on the inside, broke her heart. She pulled herself together and began cleaning up, though, using magic to mend things she could, and tossing the things she couldn’t. A lot of perishable ingredients had to be binned, and she knew she would have to take a complete inventory to make sure to order the correct things.