special_rabbit | 63 Serendipity Place; Saturday Afternoon [10/28].

All in all, Amaya was feeling like she'd really done a great job fixing up the place that the Merchant's "unicorns" had pretty much destroyed to the best of their abilities; it was habitable now, for one thing, and you could barely even smell the goat anymore! She'd built a little lean-to on the side to house the Crumbler. All the damage that had been done to the small lawn by the Merchant's cart was now gussied up and laid out in preparation for a beautiful little garden in the spring. It was pretty much perfect, really, just to her liking...

....and now she was going to have to go and ruin it.

There was no avoiding it. It was a decently sized house, really, and, when you got right down to brass tacks, the easiest way for Amaya to start earning some money to save up for a place for a forge was to rent out these perfectly fine rooms that were available in the house. Amaya had never had roommates before. Amaya would have never wanted roommates, but...desperate times called for desperate measures. How bad could it possibly be, anyway? If it meant she could start smithing again sooner, then it would all be worth it.

Right?

So, with a hand and heart as heavy as her hammer, she pounded into the ground a sign boldly declaring: ROOMS FOR RENT. Contact Amaya Blackstone, 555-AMYA.

Ugh. It hadn't even been in the ground for two seconds, and already, she wanted to take the Crumbler to it.

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Where was the fun in upfront, frank, and simple?

"Two-fifty," Quark offered in return, chin up, full on in business mode. "And I'll throw in a discount at my bar."

Amaya met his lifted chin with narrowed eyes. Bar sounded promising.

"What kind of discount?"

And, she wondered to herself, how much would she need to use it living with him?

"Ten percent," Quark offered. "And line-hopping privileges at any of the game tables or holosuites."

If the holosuites took off the way he hoped they would, that last part would be priceless.

"What even is a holosuite?"

If she was going to potentially be dealing in it, she might as well know. Not that she planned on taking him up on it. Amaya was in this renting business for money. Line-hopping wasn't getting her a forge any time soon.

"Fully immersive, three dimensional holo-projection chambers," Quark said proudly. "With the safeties off, my holosuites are totally indistinguishable from real life. Not that you can use them without the safeties on, mind you. Not for cheap, anyway."

Amaya understood most of those words.

"So...you mean....like illusions?"

"Illusions you can touch, smell, and taste," Quark said. "Made to order. Ever want to live out your favorite stories? Experience far away places? We can do that! For a reasonable fee."

"Mmmm," said Amaya, "hard pass. I'd much rather make my own stories. Four hundred. Take it or leave it. A lot of fancy froo-froo fantasy magic and mugs of ale aren't going to help me like cold hard cash in the bank will."

Quark had to respect that. "You've got some lobes for a female," he said, with a respectful nod (what? that was totally respectful for a Ferengi!). "I suppose I can swing four hundred, so long as I'm careful with my replicator. But I get a big room!"

Amaya's hand gingerly lifted to her ear, where she awkwardly pulled at her lobe. She never even thought of her lobes before, but, looking at Quark, she could kind of see where the expression might come from.

The female part, however, made her want to tell him it was going to be five hundred and she might think about not punching him.

But she restrained her punching arm with thinking how much nicer it would be to hit him instead with something forged at her new shop. So she just let go of her earlobe, and turned enough to motion to the house. "Take your pick. I'm mostly just using them to store weapons and tools right now."

Careful about the weapons and hitting talk, Amaya, he might develop a crush.

"We have a deal, then." Which he would still try to weasel out of at any given opportunity. "Pleasure doing business."

63 Serendipity Place; Saturday Afternoon [10/28].

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