A/N: The flashback is set before Jefferson had Grace.:-D

Chapter 32

"Ruby, I swear to you, two days ago I payed half the price of this thing." said Ris, pointing at the check Ruby had left at the table after she'd served her and Emma some breakfast.

"Would you mind moving, sister? Some people actually want to stay sane." said Leroy from his seat. The arguement was taking place right next to him, and the grumpy man was being... Well, grumpy.

"Leroy, do me a favor and shut it. My memorizing skills are being questioned at this very moment." argued Ris, not even bothering to face him.

"Ris, I think you should ask Granny about this. She is the one that calls the shots here." said Ruby, calmly.

"Look, if this is about my comment to her yesterday, I personally came here and apologized to both of you for it, you said it was fine."

"It is fine. And I'm sure Granny has an explanation for this. She is not the kind of person to hold a grudge. Well, at least not against the ones that have apologized." reassured Ruby. "You want me to call her here? She's in the kitchen."

"Nah. Leave it be. I'm not in the mood to have a full blown arguement this morning." replied Ris. "Can you also get me another coffee? I think I've been suffering from insomnia lately." she added.

"Sure. I'll take care of the check myself this time." said Ruby. "But don't tell Granny." she whispered. Ris gave her a reassuring nod as she took the seat next to Leroy and waited for her order to arrive. The moment she rested her head on her hands, the dinner's door opened to welcome two new custumers. Walter and Mr Clark. Or as Henry refered to them, Sleepy and Sneezy.

"Uh, excuse me, Leroy, Clarissa?" said Mr Clark. They both faced the two men with an identical bored expression. "Would you mind scooting over a seat so Walter and I could sit together?" he asked. Leroy kept the same expression plastered on his face while Ris groaned in frustration at the man's request.

"If I wanted to sit there, I would've sat there. You want this seat? Try dragging your sorry asses out of bed a little earlier." said Leroy, rudely, and he continued his breakfast with no care in the world.

"For once I agree with Leroy. If I can be an early bird with my most recent insomnia, you should be able to do it too." said Ris, growing bored.

"You're both a real ray of sunshine as us..." started Mr Clark, but he was interrupted by his sneeze, as always. Leroy glared daggers at him. His morning was officially ruined.

"Congrats. Just lost my appetite. Seat's all yours." he said, and he abandoned his plate on the booth as he got off the seat in a hurry.

"Uh... Clarissa?" asked Walter, silently asking her to scoot over a seat.

"No." she said, sharply.

"Remember those sunglasses you had me save for you? You can have them on discount." said Mr Clark. Ris's head shot up at that statement.

"You really want this seat, don't you? Fifty percent or no deal." she said.

"Deputy Silver." called Emma from the table at the corner, giving her a small warning about the way she used her new title. Ris aknowledged her with a nod, and she gave up.

"Seat's yours. No need for a discount." she said, and she returned back to her table with Emma. "Swan, that was my golden opportunity. But you just had to wreck it, didn't you?"

"We've talked about using your title for personal matters. Just because your place at the station is now official, it doesn't mean you are free to walk around like you own the place." she said.

As Leroy got ready to leave the dinner, Mary Margaret walked in, holding an application file in her hand. The dinner immediately went silent. They still weren't over the whole David thing, which was expected from such old fashioned people. But still, Ris found it a little bit too much.

"Excuse me. Can I have everyone's attention, please?" asked the teacher. Her request didn't make much of a difference, since all eyes were already on her. "I'm sorry to interrupt your morning, but I just wanted to remind everyone that a very special occasion is upon us. Miner's Day." she announced, earning a lot of raised eyebrows in response. She cleared her throat awkwardly, and continued. "As always, the nuns of Storybrooke are hoping that everyone will get involved, and will help sell their exquisite candles. All we need are a few energetic volunteers. So, who wants to join me?" she asked with a hopeful smile. The only reply she received was silence. Mary Margaret managed to keep her smile on her face, but she knew that if it had been someone else in her place, there would have been at least two volunteers.

"You've got to be kidding me..." muttered Ris, and she slowly got up from her seat with her hand raised up.

"What are you..." started Emma.

"I'll volunteer to... Whatever this candle thingy is." said Ris. She didn't really want to volunteer. She would much prefer taking orders from Emma for the rest of the day as deputy. But the silent treatment that Mary Margaret was receiving from everyone was way too cruel. She didn't deserve to go through this all alone.

"Ris, thank you for volunteering. You can sign right over here." said Mary Margaret, giving Ris a grateful smile, and she handed her a pen. Ris reluctantly walked over to the teacher and signed on the file. Leroy walked in front of them, and Mary Margaret hurried to give him another grateful smile.

"Leroy, you want to volunteer?" she asked. Ris couldn't help but roll her eyes at her naivety as she moved away from the door.

"I want to leave, sister. You are blocking the door." said Leroy, making Mary Margaret's smile fade.

"Of course..." said Mary Margaret, moving away as well. "Uh, you know, if you wanted to help, it could really be..." she added before Leroy could walk away.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Quite a team we'd make. Town harlot, town drunk. You're lucky you've got town blabbermouth helping you." he said, pointing at Ris.

"Blabbermouth?" whispered Ris.

"The only person in this town that people like less than me, is you. If you're coming to me, you're screwed." said Leroy, and he finally walked through the door.

"Don't listen to him. There is no way for anyone to be more hated than Leroy." whispered Ris.

"Come, let's go." said Mary Margaret, hurriedly. She was more disappointed than Ris expected her to be.

"Don't get too worked up about this, M&M." she said once they were out of the dinner. "It's Saturday, the day when everyone is way too lazy to get off their asses and do... Well, anything." she said. Mary Margaret gave her an weak smile.

"I know." she said. They both knew that Ris's words weren't true for the most part, and they were only meant to comfort. But the time for tears was over. It was time to move forward.

"Hey!" called Emma's voice from behind them. "Mind if I join you?" she asked as soon as she caught up with them. Mary Margaret shook her head in response.

"Mind? You are practically obliged to join us, Swan, seeing that you are the only other person with common sense in this town." said Ris.

"Just like you are obliged to join me whenever I need you as the new deputy. But here you are, ditching me for candles." argued Emma.

"Graham used to help a lot when he was sheriff. It's not unusual for the authority to help with community service." explained Mary Margaret.

"Somehow, I just can't imagine him selling candles..." said Emma, but changed the subject quickly. The former sheriff was still a touchy subject to talk about, even after a month since his passing. "So, what the hell is Miner's Day, and why are you beating yourself up over it?" she asked.

"It's an annual holiday celebrating an old tradition. The nuns used to make candles and trade them with the miners for coal." explained Mary Margaret.

"Coal? In Maine? If they were mining for lobster, I'd understand." commented Emma, earning a chuckle from Ris.

"Look, I don't know. Now, they use it as a fundraiser. It's an amazing party, everyone loves it."

"So it's not the coal they're after, it's the party. Makes sense." said Ris. "For something so much fun, it doesn't seem as loved as you say."

"It's not the Miner's day, it's me." said Mary Margaret, sadly.

"There's no way anyone would give up on something so loved over one single person." said Emma.

"The facts beg to differ. Last week, I had ten volunteers. This week, they all dropped out." said Mary Margaret, earning an angry groan from Ris.

"Are these people serious? They could at least try and hide their conservatism. It's not like you are the first to make a mistake. Who knows how many skeletons they have in their closets?" she said, angrily.

"She's right. You made a mistake with David. It happens." said Emma. "But do you really have to do charity to win people's hearts back?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I have to do something, and this is the best I can do. Love ruined my life." said Mary Margaret.

"That's why I told you all those months ago that love isn't worth it." exclaimed Ris.

"You also said you didn't believe in it." said Mary Margaret.

"I still don't." hurried Ris to reply.

Emma's phone rang, interrupting their converstation and their walking.

"Sheriff Swan." said Emma once she picked up.

"Look at her being all proffessional." commented Ris as quietly as possible.

"Yeah, I'll be right down." said Emma through the phone before she hung up.

"That was quick. What do we got?" asked Ris.

"You mean what do I got. You signed up for charity, so you're doing charity." said Emma.

"But I wanna help, my title as deputy has just become official." complained Ris.

"If you wanna help, do so by selling the nun's candles. I've got to go now." said Emma. She looked at Mary Margaret before walking away. "If there's anything I can do to help, I will." she said, reassuringly. Mary Margaret smiled back, weakly.

"I know. Thank you." she said. Emma gave her a brief nod, and then headed to wherever she was needed.

"So." said Ris, clapping her hands together. "Where do we start with those candles?"

Wonderland

A Long Time Ago...

Clarissa woke up at the sound of whistling.

After the guard had knocked Bae unconcious, she had foolishly tried to fight him, which proved to be pointless, obviously. She was knocked unconcious as well, and she had no idea where they had placed her while she was out.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt too heavy. She had been having trouble sleeping back at Neverland. It was catching up to her. Her paranoia was to blame. Bae had the same problem, but his own insomnia was caused by nightmares. Nightmares of the night that neither of them wanted to remember.

"Hey! Are you awake, lassie?" asked someone near her. It was a male vioce, with an accent that Clarissa had never heard of. She managed to force her eyes open and look around her. She realized that whenever she was, it was quite uncomfortable. That was because all she could see around her was a net. She was hung on a tree by a net!

"Hey!" she yelled once she was fully awake. "Where are you, cowards! What did you do to my brother!" she yelled. No one answered.

"Don't waste your time. These brainless monkeys are also deafs, apparently." said the one that spoke earlier. She gazed at the direction where the voice came from, and she saw a young boy, who must've been a little older than Bae, about sixteen years old. He was also trapped in a net, but unlike her, he didn't appear to be angry. It looked like he was used to it.

"You, prisoners! No speaking!" said a guard, who came up just when the boy voiced his insult.

"I apologize, Mr guard, but how is it that your hearing only works whenever someone is pointing out some of your very obvious flaws?" said the boy. He didn't sound like he was afraid of the consequences.

"You little..." started the guard.

"No, I'm serious. My friend over here was yelling for you and you only showed when I whispered the harsh truth to her." said the boy.

"Shut up, or I'll cut off your tongue." said another guard, pulling the one that was speaking to them back to his original position. Clarissa didn't try calling them again, realizing that the boy had been there long before she arrived. So it would be best if she followed his advice. She stared at him with a look of admiration for his bold words towards the armed guards, which was questioning at the same time. She had never came across anyone that spoke like that with no care in the world. No desperation, no anger, nothing. The boy noticed her staring.

"Do I have something on my face?" he asked, actually reaching at his face with his hands. Clarissa rolled her eyes and she looked away from the boy, staring ahead instead, to nowhere in particular.

"You were antagonising them." she stated, calmly. "Why?" she asked the boy, without facing him.

"The correct question would be, why not." he replied. That made Clarissa look at him again.

"Don't you want to get out?" she asked.

"You and I both. I have more important things to do than sit here and wait for my execution." he said, annoyed. Clarissa's eyes widened.

"Execution?" she asked.

"Aye. My friends over there caught me picking up some mushrooms a few days ago. Little did I know that in this realm, this is actually a crime."

"That's because they are magical, idiot. Magic always comes with a price. If you were going to use magic without knowing that, you are a fool."

"I didn't care about the magic. I didn't even know they were magical. I just thought they looked pretty and I said to myself, 'hey, Will. Maybe Ana would bother glancing at your direction if you had one in your hands'." said the boy, smiling at Clarissa. "I'm Will Scarlet. What's your name?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter." replied Clarissa.

"It does to me. If I'm gonna spend my last hours with these bloody meatheads, I would like to know the name of the one sane person I've met in this place."

"I said no talking!" said the guard.

"Once again, Mr Guard. You have some selective hearing. I'm personally impressed." said the boy, Will.

"That's it, you little brat." said the guard, and he rushed at Will's net before the other guard could stop him. He grabbed Will by his shirt, threatenigly, but Will didn't even flinch. The guard took out a knife and pressed it at Will's throat.

"Hey! I spoke to him, you leave him alone!" yelled Clarissa, discovering that the brutallity of the guards towards the boy was bothering her more than she imagined.

"Don't waste your breath. He won't hurt us anyway." said Will, calmly.

"And why is that, boy?" asked the guard.

"Why, you won't be able to do it from the ground of course." replied Will, and in one swift hand movement, he took a hold of the gurd's hand, the one with the knife, while he used the other one to bring a rock to the back of his head. Hard. The guard only let out a small gasp before falling unconcious onto the ground. Will snatched the knife and held it in front of himself and against the other guard.

"Stay back. Or else... I'll use this!" he yelled.

"Don't warn him! Use it now!" yelled Clarissa. How could this boy knock a man twice his size unconcious and hesitate when he could get the upper hand?

"Is this why you were antagonising us, boy? So that we would get close and give you the opportunity to use your secret weapon?" asked the other guard, raising his sword in front of Will. Will didn't lower his blade, nor did he appear to be intimidated.

"Well, I wouldn't really call this rock a weapon, but I guess it is against you guys." he said. The guard grew impatient, and with one fast movement, the knife Will was holding flew away. Clarissa quickly snatched it, without the guard noticing, as he was busy staring at Will, waiting to see whether he had more tricks up his sleeve. The boy only raised his hands in surrender.

"That's alright mate. I'm done, there's no need for you to get all defensive." he said.

"Once he wakes up, I'll have him go straight to the Queen of hearts, and request for your execution to happen tonight instead of tomorrow." he said, pointing at the unconcious guard on the ground.

"Be my guest! If execution equals to less time around you wankers, I'll be more than willing to accept it even sooner." said Will, a little bit too excited.

"Hell, if it means that I get to escape the sight of your faces, I'll cut off my own head." said Clarissa, showing the knife she had grabbed. Before he could react, Clarissa threw the knife straight at his head. Thankfully, only the handle hit his skull and not the blade, so the second guard landed unconcious and not dead on top of his partner. Clarissa had already cut herself an exit, so all she had to do was rip the net with her hands and jump off. Thankfully, she and Will weren't hung too high up, so her fear of heights didn't make her hesitate. She obtained the knife again once she was back on the ground.

"That was brilliant, lassie! Now, could you please... You know." asked Will, pointing at the net that still surrounded him.

"And why would I do that?" asked Clarissa.

"Because I was the one that had the rock in the first place. Without me, you would still be hanging from that tree." said Will, for once his voice revealing some panick.

"How about I make you a deal?" asked Clarissa.

"Anything you want. What is it?" said Will.

"If I cut you down now, you'll help me save my brother from the Queen. Then you'll take us both to the mushrooms you were collecting."

"Back there? Forget it, I don't have a death wish."

"Really? That's not what you said to the guard before."

"Come on, you are a kid. You are not supposed to even know the meaning of a negotiation."

"I'm no kid. You should've realized that by now."

"Then what are you?"

"It doesn't matter. And it matters even less now that I know you're not willing to help me." said Clarissa, and she turned on her heel, walking away.

"Wait!" screamed Will. Clarissa smiled at her victory. "Fine, I'll get you to your bloody mushrooms. But can we at least make one stop before that? I haven't eaten anything worth eating in days." said Will.

"Where is that stop?" asked Clarissa.

"At my old pal's. He's the one that brought me here."

"Where is he?"

"I'll lead the way."

"I don't trust you."

"Be my guest."

Clarissa hesitated for a while. But she had no other choice. She needed someone to guide her to Bae and then the mushrooms. If there was a small chance that Will wouldn't betray her, she had to take it. So she cut him down. Will groaned as he landed roughly on the ground.

"Ouch! You could've done it gently." he complained.

"You are right, I could have." replied Clarissa, waiting for Will to get up. "So, who is your old pal? What's his name?" she asked.

"In my land, the Enchanted Forest, he is known as Jefferson. Here in Wonderland, he is known as the Mad Hatter."

Storybrooke

Present Time...

Leroy had seen the light. He himself couldn't believe what had happened. Someone had been nice to him and he had been nice to someone. At that moment, he wished that he had met Astrid sooner. She was the first person that had encouraged him to keep fighting for his dream. His dream to sail. He had given up on it since as long as he could remember. He was stuck with being a janitor for the rest of his life and he had accepted that. But now... He actually wanted to do something. Something that included civil interactions with people. Astrid's words and warm smile made him want to do something good. And there was only one thing that he could think of.

"Where can I sign up?" he asked, after spotting Mary Margaret at school. She was busying herself with paperwork and he could barely see through all of the boxes of candles on her desk. Mary Margaret barely spared him a glance. "What? I want to volunteer to sell candles." he said after she ignored him.

"No, you don't. You made that very clear this morning at Granny's." said Mary Margaret, with a tone of bitterness. Leroy shouldn't expect her to welcome him with open arms after his behavior in the morning.

"Now there's something I thought I'd never see." said another voice from behind Leroy. The voice was accompanied by a hard pat on his back by Mary Margaret's friend, Clarissa. Leroy didn't even flinch, having expected something like that coming from her. "I asked around for volunteers, but everyone was being a asshole." she said, and she pushed some of the candles aside in order to sit on the desk. She then turned her attention back to him. "What do you want Leroy?" she asked, her tone matching Mary Margaret's previous one.

"He says that he's here to help." said Mary Margaret, as if she was telling a joke.

"You aren't gonna get paid. It's not a job, it's charity." explained Ris.

"I know that, sister. Maybe, I saw the light." said Leroy. He realized that what he said sounded ridiculous coming from him by Clarissa's raised eyebrow. "I mean, maybe somebody showed it to me." he corrected. Her facial expression didn't change. "What difference does it make? It looks like you two can use all the help you can get." he said, deciding that this was by far the best arguement he could offer.

"I think I'm enough help." argued Clarissa.

"Wait, Ris. Do you know how to set up a booth?" asked Mary Margaret, panicked.

"I thought you did." said Clarissa.

"I had someone that would do it but she signed off. I totally forgot about that..." explained Mary Margaret. Clarissa looked back at him, her face revealing that she was less than happy to do so.

"Congrats, Leroy. Looks like you're up. You know how to set up a booth?" she asked.

"I do." he replied. Mary Margaret instantly handed him the application file and a pen.

"No swearing, no drinking, and I get to call all the shots." she said, pointing at him with her finger, strictly.

"The fuck do you mean no swearing?" asked Clarissa, suddenly.

"Sh! Ris, do you know who that is?" whispered/yelled Mary Margaret, pointing at Mother Superior on the desk across them. The nun was having an arguement with Astrid, so she didn't hear Clarissa's swearing. Astrid appeared to be under a lot of pressure, which concerned Leroy.

"Should I?" whispered Clarissa.

"That's Mother Superior. The head of the nun's. She'll be there at all times and she already doesn't like that I'm in charge of the candles. So yes. No swearing." said Mary Margaret.

Mother Superior left the room after ordering Astrid to fix her mistake. Leroy singned his application, and headed to Astrid, curious and worried about her current state.

"Hey. What's the problem?" he asked. She looked up at the sound of his voice.

"The problem is, I'm an idiot." she replied, exasperated. "We get a stipend each year for expenses, and it's all carefully budgeted except for the part where I spent it all. On helium. And now we can't pay our rent." she continued.

"So, you'll make it up when you get your next stipend." offered Leroy.

"Which isn't till next month. The rent is due next week. And the only income we have are these candles." said Astrid, pointing at the candles on Mary Margaret's desk. That grabbed Clarissa's attention, and she looked up at the two of them.

"If we are your last hope then you are screwed." she said loudly, making sure Astrid would hear her.

"Shut it, Clarissa." said Leroy, not too harshly, trying not to drive Astrid away by his rudeness. "How many do you need to sell?" he asked Astrid.

"Like, a thousand." she replied. She sounded like she really believed it would be impossible.

"How many did you sell last year?"

"Forty two..."

That was bad. Leroy didn't really know what to say after that. He didn't know how to encourage her and give her hope. He tried his best to think of another advice.

"Ask your landlord to cut you a break." he finally offered.

"Mr. Gold doesn't offer much leeway." said Astrid.

"Sorry for my intrusion..." started Clarissa, still from her spot on the desk.

"Again." muttered Leroy.

"If Mr Gold is your landlord, I could go ahead and talk some sense into his thick skull. Maybe if I'd put in a good word and offer an impressive arguement, he'd listen." she said.

"What makes you think that he'll listen to you, sister?" asked Leroy.

"He's done it before. Now, do you or do you not want my help?"

"It's fine Clarissa. Thank you though." said Astrid, kindly. "If you can't convince him there's a chance that he'll make the situation worse for us."

Clarissa nodded, and turned her attention back to Mary Margaret.

"So, we're back to the candles." said Leroy.

"Yes. They are our last chance. If we miss a payment, we're out. And then they'll reassign us, and we'll have to leave Storybrooke." said Astrid, sadly.

"No, you won't." stated Leroy. He felt Mary Margaret and Clarissa's eyes back at him. They were probably dumbfounded by the finalty of his words. He tried his best to ignore them. "You know why you only sold forty-two last year? Because you didn't have me. This year, we're going to sell all of them." he stated.

"All of them?" asked Clarissa from behind. Leroy ignored her again, and kept Astrid's gaze without changing his hopeful expression. His words affected Astrid, as she gave him a grateful smile.

"Wow! Leroy, I guess you really are my hero." she said. Leroy could do nothing but smile. He didn't have the heart to discourage her or give her doubts. All he could do was smile back at her, and hope that he hadn't just messed everything up

"All of them?" repeated Ris for the third time since he set up the booth. It's not like she didn't like to hope, but Leroy had placed some heavy weight on their shoulders with this responsibility. Now both she and Mary Margaret felt obliged to sell a thousand candles and help the nuns. Well, mainly Astrid, since she was Leroy's crush.

"Is it that impossible to you, sister?" asked Leroy while unboxing a few more candles.

"We are three people, Leroy. And not the most popular ones either." she replied.

"To be fair, out of the three of us you are the one with whom people have the least issues." said Mary Margaret.

"That doesn't mean they like me." replied Ris.

"Maybe if you tried a little bit..?" offered Mary Margaret after another failed attempt to sell candles. She was right. Ris wasn't really trying her best to help. She wasn't used to being somebody's last hope. So she sighed heavily, and grabbed two candles from her booth.

"People actually put some effort in these candles! They are handmade and cheaper than they should be! It only takes less than a minuite to buy ine, it's not that hard!" she yelled, getting a few people's attention. She headed off the booth with the two candles still in her hands. She tried to approach the people she knew.

"Hey Archie. Help me out here, man." she said, and she extended her hand in front of him, offering a candle. Archie was taken aback, which worked to her advantage, as she knew that he would feel guilty if he didn't buy a candle.

"Clarissa, maybe your approach isn't the best one for selling candles..." started Archie after Ris gave him his change.

"What approach do you suggest? Just so you know, the one used by M&M over there is not working." she said.

"How much for two candles?" asked someone behind Archie. Archie moved aside to reveal August, standing now in front of Ris.

"Uh... Have a good evening." said Archie, and he walked away with his dog.

"August, what a great timing. Hold this, I'll be right back." said Ris, and she handed August the candle she was holding and headed to the booth to get another one. Mary Margaret didn't look too happy with Ris's way of handling the candle selling.

"Don't give me that look, M&M. You were the one that told me to do something. And now I'm doing something." she said, before Mary Margaret could scold her.

"Maybe with a different approach, a lighter one..."

"Let her do her thing, sister. She just sold our first three candles." said Leroy. Ris took the second candle for August and walked back to him.

"Who is the second candle for? Emma?" asked Ris with a smirk, handing him the candle. August said nothing and he reached inside his wallet.

"Here's the cash. Have a good day, Clarissa." he said with a smile.

"Wait, I didn't give you your change!" she called when he walked away.

"Keep it. Consider it my good deed of the day to you." called August, making Ris smile to herself. She headed back to her booth where Leroy and Mary Margaret were waiting.

"Three down, nine hundred and ninety seven to go." she said, and she took another look around the crowd of people, to see if she could spot more familiar faces. She didn't see anyone else that could overlook Mary Margaret's presence on the booth. The place wasn't crowded enough. So the teacher began advertising again. As Ris was looking through the small crowd, she spotted Marco, who had just ran into Archie. He too had a candle in his hand, only that Ris didn't remember selling him one. Her eyes searched for August again, and when she found him, she was surprised to see that his second candle was not in his hand. She smiled to herself again. Funny how she had immediately assumed that the candle was for Emma. The stranger sure was full of surprises. She wondered whether he and Marco were related. He hadn't been in town for that long to make such quick friends. And it wasn't like he showed his face too often.

"Buy your Miner's Day candles here! Handmade by Storybrooke's very own nuns! Light your way to a good cause! By buying a candle…" kept yelling Mary Margaret, hoping that someone would at least glance their direction. "This isn't working. Ris, are you sure you can't..."

"That's all I've got. And it's not like the place is too crowded right now, maybe in night time..."

"We don't have till night time." snapped Leroy.

"Well, if you have any other suggestion, please enlighten us." said Ris.

"We should pack up." he said.

"Is this seriously your suggestion? Giving up?" asked Mary Margaret.

"If the customers won't come to us, we got to go to them. Door to door." explained Leroy.

"No way, I hated itinerants when I was in Boston, I won't become them." complained Ris.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"If they hate us here, what makes you think they'll like us in their homes?" asked Mary Margaret.

"Exactly. They'll pay us just to leave."

A/N: Here it is! Thank you for reading! Until next time!:-D