Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190807215517

"The problem child.  Lucas, Luke, Luce, you know the one." Tiaret said, waving a hand about. "Fetch me the sugar, baby girl." She pointed to a glass jar on the far counter. "I'm making those cookies you like.  Lizzie's bringing up her kids today and I need to put on a good show."

The door lacked a lock of any kind. They could simply pull it open.

The documents in question seemed to be of only semi-importance. Manifests and private communications, mainly pertaining to the management of the store.