Tani looked between pot and elezen, dubious. There was nothing for her to do, apparently, so she scooped up some of the receipts she'd been recording into one of the account ledgers, and resumed her work. She sat on the floor, leaning up against the big trunk with the work in her lap, studiously ignoring Isabelle and the damned plant.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
