Marron doubted the apartment she rented from the Lumeria Culinary Guild was supposed to be used like this.
Studio 3-C was designed for one person (maybe two, if they were especially close.) Right now, the following people (and creatures) were squeezed into the little 30 square meter room:
Marron, Mokko, Lucy (in her jar), and Millie. Joining them were Millie and three other Guild members who answered her urgent request. They were crammed around Marron's small kitchen table, papers spread across every available surface, voices overlapping as they tried to make sense of the situation.
Marron glanced at their nameplates, pinned onto their blazers. Iris, Charlotte, and Thomas.
"—seventy percent is robbery, plain and simple—"
"—but if we register as home-based establishments, do we need commercial insurance?—"
"—my cousin works in the Guild's legal office, she might be able to help—"
