Checking things out [nudge bakery staff]
While he knew that gainful employment was a necessity, Ned had been pointedly avoiding the bakery for the last week. It wasn't just because he was terrified of being discovered, either. He just didn't like the idea of working for someone else. Of course he worked with Emerson, but that was on the side and he had control in that--he had declined a few jobs for a variety of reasons (one that still stood out in his mind had been a case involving a seven year old girl. He'd seen all kinds of horrific things in the city morgue, but he drew the line at dealing with children), although it was rare because he truly did need the money.
Like he needed it now, or would need, he supposed. And then there was the matter of the fact he was sharing his place. Arthur seemed, well, not a great deal different from himself in that he kept to himself. Which was fine with Ned. It was safe, and he liked safe. It meant, however, that he did feel more than a little self conscious about how much he found himself baking when he was stressed because two men and a dog could only eat so much and the space wasn't wholly his. The idea of sharing the bakery's kitchen bothered him as well, but at least it would be larger and what he made would be going out to the public.
That was assuming that he decided to ask after a job or was offered one, of course. Because today, he told himself, was just for looking. Seeing how the place was run, what sort of customers they got, if the facilities met his standards. Which was why he had not worn one of his suits or even a tie, just a plain white buttoned shirt and slacks, and why he was bringing Digby. Just a man and his dog going on a walk and getting some breakfast on the way, nothing more.
Like he needed it now, or would need, he supposed. And then there was the matter of the fact he was sharing his place. Arthur seemed, well, not a great deal different from himself in that he kept to himself. Which was fine with Ned. It was safe, and he liked safe. It meant, however, that he did feel more than a little self conscious about how much he found himself baking when he was stressed because two men and a dog could only eat so much and the space wasn't wholly his. The idea of sharing the bakery's kitchen bothered him as well, but at least it would be larger and what he made would be going out to the public.
That was assuming that he decided to ask after a job or was offered one, of course. Because today, he told himself, was just for looking. Seeing how the place was run, what sort of customers they got, if the facilities met his standards. Which was why he had not worn one of his suits or even a tie, just a plain white buttoned shirt and slacks, and why he was bringing Digby. Just a man and his dog going on a walk and getting some breakfast on the way, nothing more.