Stalk Market for Thursday, May 23
AM: 123 Bells
PM: 122 Bells
What’s this? A spike? oh well. I bailed on the turnip market yesterday in Kasen for a measly 120 bells.
Bailing
Our first resident is jumping ship. Sadly it’s not Jambette. I had to think for a minute before I told Charlise to hit the dusty trail. Truth is, her gruffness was growing on me. See if I send you any more dollhouses to soften you up, Charlise! But such is life. She’ll be leaving on the 28th. I wish her well—and don’t come to Kasen you ugly Bear!—Err. Um. I mean Byeee (that was my Phyllis impression)
No. Really. I’m ok with this.
Coffee Monger
Oh, happy caffeine! After dealing with Charlise I ran down to see our new café. My first surprise was the visitor who beat me to our newly opened shop.
I took Tortimer’s advice and had a seat. Brewster is a pigeon of few words, but he makes a mean cup of coffee. I tried to get him to open up to me without any success. I’ll keep trying.
Mail Call
I only got a redundant flowery painting in the mail. Maybe if I actually wrote to my townies I’d have a more lively mailbox…but I did se Pete busily delivering letters. He didn’t have time for a lengthy chat.
Other Big News
Another new shop?! We haven’t even gotten the hair salon to open yet. I went up to the bulletin board and read that Timmy and Tommy will be closed tomorrow to upgrade. That was fast!
I need more Bells!
It seems like there’s an endless number of things for me to spend my easily exhausted savings on. I haven’t upgraded my house even though I can’t walk around in it. There are just too many cool things that take precedence to my modest dwelling. Kitt stopped me and wants me to build this:
I’m totally on board with this project. I just hope it fits where I want it.
I built a sign board today, so maaaaaybe tomorrow I’ll see about the lighthouse.
This was in the Able Sisters. I tried it on. It’s just depressing how expensive that is.
where’s my sad sigh emotion?
Nope. That’s bashful.
Outtakes
so naturally since it’s weird that’s what you want to call me?
maybe we’ll change your catch phrase to flea-bitten
That would be me, your friendly mayor. BTW ignore the camp signs everywhere. Should be fixed by tomorrow…