Earplugs in, (Y/N) was working on one of the bath bombs most of her customers bought, which was a giant blue bath bomb designed to look like a ball surrounded by ocean waves. Its scent was a fresh tropical scent that, once being placed in water, would fill the room with the smell of fresh water, tropical fruit, sand, and other things related to the ocean, which would give the user the feeling that they were at a beach.

Not to mention even after they were done bathing and had drained the water, the scent would linger in the skin and in the bathroom for a long time.

Since it was spring, it was the perfect bath bomb to buy, and it had been in high demand lately, so (Y/N) and those who worked on the bath bombs with her had been hard at work at making it. There were also those who were working on other bath bombs, bath salts, bath fizzies, and even soaps with different scents, like spring meadow, sugar cookies, chocolate, and so much more relating to spring.

The bakery and restaurant were doing fine on their own, and, as expected, the Ring Dings and coffee sponge cake had sold out almost immediately, but Aya (who had been prepared for that happening) replaced the empty trays with newly baked Ring Dings and had placed a freshly made daisy cake roll inside the display case.

And even from where she was (Y/N) was able to smell the foods that the chefs were making in the restaurant section of the kitchen, and she almost coughed at the scents coming from all kinds of different lunch entrees, but she was quick to get used to it.

"U-Um, Mrs. Jones?" a shy voice asked from beside her. Hearing it through her earplugs, (Y/N) looked to her right, finding one of her newer employees, a young boy named Emmanuel, looking at her, worrying his lip.

"Hm?" (Y/N) asked.

Emmanuel held up his bath bomb, an uncertain look on his face. "Did I do this right?" The bath bomb he held in his hands was not exactly round, and he seemed to have added very little scent to it. However, while this did irritate her a bit, (Y/N) understood that the younger boy was still learning how to do his job and wanted to make sure he was doing it right.

He was also one of those rare kind of boys who could be considered a tomgirl, as he enjoyed wearing feminine clothing and paying attention to his appearance, and who thankfully found his first job at (Y/N)'s store. (Y/N) found that he was willing to work hard in order to earn respect amongst his fellow coworkers and boss, and when he showed her his skill at making soap, she hired him on the spot.

Though, he still had much to learn.

(Y/N) looked at the bath bomb some more before motioning for Emmanuel to follow her, just after she placed her finished bath bomb down. Blinking in clear confusion, Emmanuel did as he was told, watching as his boss got to work on another bath bomb, grabbing a camera to wrap around her head so she could record it, and motioned for Emmanuel to watch her work.

Emmanuel's eyes didn't leave her hands as her hands forged a second tropical bath bomb, its strong scent making his eyes water, but he didn't tear them away. It would be many minutes later when (Y/N) was done, and she placed the fresh bath bomb aside before cleaning her hands and looking at Emmanuel, turning off the camera in the process.

She tilted her head in question, and Emmanuel smiled at her.

"I understand now, thank you so much Mrs. Jones!" With that big smile still on his face, he rushed back to his station, and (Y/N) followed him, watching over his shoulder as he got started on another bath bomb, making sure to do the exact things that (Y/N) did with hers.

(Y/N) found herself smirking in pride. Emmanuel really had a good memory, and he sure knew how to use it.

And once he was finished, he had created an exact replica of her kind of bath bomb with precise detail.

Emmanuel beamed up at her. "I did it!" he almost cried out in joy. "I did it!"

Everyone looked their way in surprise before shrugging and returning to work, but (Y/N) and Emmanuel paid no attention to them as Emmanuel moved to get started on another bath bomb. (Y/N) then looked at the clock; it was about five more minutes until lunch break, so they were going to have to finish up whatever they were working on before heading out.

Leaving unfinished bath bombs and other works here unchecked was not the best idea.

So, (Y/N) worked to clean up her station and wrap up the fresh bath bombs, taking them out to the display case outside. As expected, this section of the store was full of people, most of them girls, and they were checking everything out with the vigor of love-struck schoolgirls. Clearly they were having a hard time deciding which ones to buy and which ones to not buy, and they looked dejected when they couldn't buy everything.

It was nice to see that her store was so successful, able to pay its employees well and taxes. Of course, (Y/N) always needed help with the money part, because she could not count the right amount of it to save herself.

And that was saying a lot, because she was a grown woman for Christ's sake!

Eventually (Y/N) went back to her workstation, and a buzzer went off, signifying lunch break.

Hearing it, everyone was quick to finish up and clean up their stations and themselves before they headed out for lunch, (Y/N) not too far behind them after she checked that everything was in order and in check. She went to the break room, where she proceeded to wait for her husband to arrive with whatever he had made for her.

This happened every lunch break she has at work, and Alfred would always be the one who came to lunch with her, bringing his homemade food. That meant that he's probably already left the house by now, which made (Y/N) dread what the nations were going to do now that the house's owners were out of the house, but forced herself to not think about it, as it would ruin her appetite.

Then, just on time, Alfred arrived, his car appearing in the parking lot of the store and his tall and broad form appearing in the doorway carrying two large bags.

(Y/N) smiled and went to the door to help her husband, and he smiled at her when she got that done.

"Thanks darling," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead, in front of all the customers, who aww'd at the sight. (Y/N) blushed and guided her husband to the guest lounge, which was thankfully empty besides them. She then guided Alfred to the table, where she sat down and waited for him to sit down next to her and present what he had made today.

The smile on his face told (Y/N) that she wasn't going to be disappointed, especially when he pulled out two plastic take-out boxes that contained something steamy inside, as well as two long straws.

She eyed Alfred with confusion, but he just continued to smile like nothing was wrong.

"I've made you something special darling," he told her before handing one of the boxes and straws. When (Y/N) continued to eye the box with confusion, Alfred gently urged her on. "Go on darling."

So, (Y/N) opened it, causing steam to come out and into her face. Inhaling it, her mouth watered, and when she looked at what the box contained, her delight was apparent.

It was a giant soup dumpling, and it looked just like the ones that she and Alfred had at New York City. It even smelled like the one she had in that shop, and she took her straw and placed in the opening in the dumpling, taking a small sip.

The flavor exploded on her tongue the moment it touched it, and it was exactly like the dumplings she had in that shop. Gasping in delight, she began to drink the dumpling's contents, ignoring her husband's chuckling from in front of her.

"So that means you like it?" Alfred asked.

(Y/N) gave him a look that said, "Are you stupid?" before she nodded and continued to drink the soup of the dumpling. With another chuckle, Alfred opened his own box and began to drink the dumpling's soup as well.

After pulling away, Alfred smiled at his wife. "So, how's the work coming along darling?"

Beaming, (Y/N) began to tell her husband of the good work going on, and even Emmanuel's progress, and Alfred listened to her intently, still smiling all the while, but none of them noticed that they had uninvited guests until Alfred frowned and looked at the doorway of the guest lounge.

"You can come out now," he announced irritably. "And I have to admit, your spy skills need some work."

(Y/N) was now ready to kill someone, and that someone happened to be more than one person, and the people who were staying in their home. 

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