The sun was bright, the tea was remarkable, and Fratelli Camisa was quiet. That wasn't to say that the place was void of people, no, it was more to say that the people occupying the place were less boisterous and obnoxious than the average person might be. Of course, there had been more than a few times that she'd ventured this way and come across characters far too colorful for her liking, but this was not one of those times. Fratelli Camisa normally attracted a more upscale crowd, and it was only that upscale sort of crowd that Abigail allowed herself to associate with. She sat at a small table near a large window overlooking the street, basking quite comfortably in the warm sunlight and sipping daintily from her teacup. Today had been absolutely marvelous so far. As bored as she often complained she was, she was more often than not occupying her time usefully.

Or, well, her definition of usefully. Abigail spent her days making allies and figuring out how to next redecorate her house. They'd only just moved in, it seemed, but Abigail had already changed schemes at least six times. If it had been necessary for her to obtain a job, she'd have definitely been best suited for interior decoration. Idly, Abigail flipped through a decor magazine on her table, taking careful consideration of everything she saw. Even if she didn't find herself especially fond of what she saw most of the time, she knew that she might find herself inspired by small ideas. Right now, her husband was hard at work with her father crunching numbers somewhere and Abigail could hardly be bothered with helping out as far as that went. Designing the store? Sure, leave it to Abigail! Work out the monetary details? Not so much her thing. Still, her job was never done, at least not on the home front.