Daisy

Daisy Gillard, 34 years young, lovely lady, owner of Daisy's Shop of Wonderful Things Do good. And good will come to you

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dear—daisy:

“I can help you with eating healthy. I love baking and always try to find alternatives for recipes,“ Daisy smiled, “Oh. I think I want to work less. Having your own store is really fun, but I don’t have a lot of time for myself. I don’t even know what I’d like to do in my free time, that’s how bad it is!“

“That sounds awesome!” Taylor agreed with a nod. “I mean, I have a chef, but he likes to spoil me with my favorites – and sometimes it’s hard to say no, you know?” But ever since she had been staying with Spencer more and more often, it was easier to plan out her meals and stick to them. “You have your own store?” The mayor’s daughter knew almost every business in town and it was a shame that she couldn’t match the girl’s face with her store. “Which one?”

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“Oh, a chef? That sounds fancy-schmancy,” Daisy responded with a smile and then widened her eyes, “Oh, that sounded a bit mean. I didn’t mean for it to be though. I don’t even know how to be mean. I just... meant it thought as... it’s impressive.“ She played with the fabric of her dress. “Y-yes, I have my own store. It used to be my grandma’s. It’s called Daisy’s Shop of Wonderful Things. It’s a secondhand and antiques shop.“

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kitmclynch:

“It’s very mean, but it’s also going to be fantastic.” Kit responded. “Right, well, that’s definitely one way to bring in the new year.”

“It’s my favorite way to bring in the new year. I first watched Pitch Perfect, then Notting Hill and finished the night with 27 Dresses,“ she smiled, “Oh, and I looked online to find inventory for the store! I bought this box with jewelry. It will hopefully arrive in two days and then I’ll have to see what’s in it. I don’t have a clue! Very scary, but also exciting.“

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kelthedad:

“Yeah, it would.” He said, with a somewhat stiffer nod, rocking back on his heels. “I get that a lot, actually. But it’s not as easy to just randomly leave my kids for the afternoon as people seem to think. I prefer complaining.”

“It’s not randomly. I’m Daisy, I’m good with kids. I bake them cookies and have all kinds of toys in my store,“ she said. “So, just know I’m available if you need a night or afternoon off.“

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kelthedad:

“Unfortunately, I never really had an option in the matter.” Whether he liked to admit it or not, he’d grown up long before he ever even had kids. “And I can’t really drink whenever one of the girls does something particularly great, because let’s be real, I’m their dad. I would always be drunk. And they’re doing as well as unaware children can do.”

Daisy giggled, “Yes, I’m sure celebrating all their achievement would get you drunk.“ Daisy nodded, “Good to hear. You know I don’t mind looking after them if you need an afternoon away or something, right?“

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kelthedad:

“I think it’s a good thing. Just makes me feel old and lame.” He said with a shrug. “I don’t, but it’s because I have adult responsibilities that keep me from it. It’s the shitty part of growing up.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever really grown up,“ Daisy giggled, “At least, that’s what people tell me. But I do have all these responsibilities, like a store. I can’t just do silly things. I honestly only every drink when I’ve made a good sale at the store. So, that’s like a glass of wine once a week,“ she explained, “But it’s good you don’t drink a lot. You need to be in the right mind to raise children. By the way, how are the the girls doing?“

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“This year is going to be an amazing one for the store, since my grandmother founded it 50 years ago. I’ve been trying to think of things to do to celebrate it, but I can’t seem to come up with anything fun. Do you have any ideas?“

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taylor-carson:

“I know it may be cliché, but I really do want to start eating healthier and living in the moment,” Taylor told the other with optimism. “What about you? What’s your New Years resolution?”

“I can help you with eating healthy. I love baking and always try to find alternatives for recipes,“ Daisy smiled, “Oh. I think I want to work less. Having your own store is really fun, but I don’t have a lot of time for myself. I don’t even know what I’d like to do in my free time, that’s how bad it is!“

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kitmclynch:

“So last night my neighbor decided to have a massive party for New Years Eve. And I’m a huge fan of parties, but generally only ones that I’m invited to. Plus, their music was shit. So I spent most of my night working out how to set up a floodlight that would shine directly into his bedroom window. Accidentally. How was your New Years?”

“Oh my. That sounds a bit mean. But maybe also from your neighbor?“ Daisy said, “And mine was nice. I spent it with my mother and Queen Joy and Princess Fay. And I watched movies all night in my onesie.“

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kelthedad:

“I think this is the first time I’ve had a hangover in like…five years.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?“ Daisy asked, “I would think good, since it would mean you don’t drink a lot. Luckily I can’t remember the last time I had a hangover. Which now also makes me feel really old.“

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