Chéri had started making some money, but it wasn’t exactly how much they wished, yet, and they still hadn’t figured out how to make more. Plus certain commodities they had in their previous life were starting to feel too distant. Having accepted that this, at least for a while, was going to be their home, they had managed to get ahold of some potentially odd items that now rested in a few pastel boxes, all very cute, mostly not combinable in shape.

Chéri could easily transport heavyweights, but had only two arms and four different boxes, an oval and tall one, a long and skinny one and two rectangular ones, one long and one short and wide. How to pile that and bring it to the Diamond Pony was not a simple matter. Chéri stood in front of the unruly pile, scratching their head, wondering.