Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

Time was crawling past at a snail's pace. Mr. Lintor hadn't last a month before Mars discovered his thieving tendencies and fired him on the spot, meaning Jo (once again) had to fill in the gaps left behind by Aaron. It hadn't irritated her at first, if anything she was happy to help her twin, but it was only meant to be a temporary thing. A patch job until Mars found someone suitable or could handle everything herself. Jo's offer of help wasn't meant to extend nearly three months after arriving in England. To place an expiration date on assistance was undeniably selfish, but when had Jo ever been anything else? Wasn't her selfish nature one of the main points of contention between her and her family?

The boring days in the shop had to end.

The days might have been tolerable if not for the continued isolation. Jo was a social creature, a person designed specifically for conversations and companionship. She wasn't meant to spend so many hours alone with only her thoughts for company. The few times Alfred sat with her (at her insistence) were enjoyable, but Jo couldn't ask him to do so every day. And there weren't many other options. Everyone either had work or families to attend to, or they were Holsten who she was steadily avoiding.

Saturn's offer to watch the shop for the afternoon was met with a sigh of relief from Jo. She still had to pick up some table from the address Saturn gave her, but at least after she could find some way to enjoy the sunny afternoon. A walk through London, maybe. The hunt for treasure hadn't yet been completed, and there were bound to be people to chat with along the way somewhere.

She hesitantly stepped into the floo (as her fortunate accident not two weeks ago remained fresh in her memory) and carefully enunciated the address Saturn scrawled out for her. Only, the place she arrived in in a puff of green smoke was far busier than Jo thought a seller of a fifteenth century table would prefer. "Fuck." She muttered under her breath as she examined the paper Saturn had given her. Surely, there was some mistake.