Owner	Pose
Riana Mackenzie	Things were going smoothly on what should be a nice, normal drive on Riana's day off. That is, until they didn't. A flat tire resulted in the air filled with various oaths, and calls out to the nearest garages in the area. The closest one happens to be Mercy's. How bad could it be, really? It was just a matter of getting a flat changed out and the rest of her tires checked, right? Right!
Mercy Thompson	Mercy, mechanic, coyote walker, and trouble magnet isn't under a car currently, so she's taking in the sight of a car coming in. "I'll be with you in a sec" she calls, putting wrenches back and wipes her hands on a rag, practicing a smile a few times. "What can I doof ro ya?" she asks with a bright, cheery smile. She looks over the car and quirks an eyebrow, shaking her head. "Ah, you need me to look over your car huh?"
Riana Mackenzie	A very ugly brindle-brown, one-eyed dog with one ear flopping over tugs on his owner's leash, barking happily and wagging his tail. He seems quite happy to try and go meet Mercy, trying to butt his nose up under one freshly-cleaned hand. Riana's just laughing, very gently tugging back on the leash. "Jack, behave!" Jack is having none of it, all too happy to make a new friend.      Then, of course, there's Riana herself. With fiery red hair cascading to the middle of her back, the freckles that just don't seem to have an end on her face, and her ensemble of hunter green hoodie, blue jeans, and black sneakers, she could be anyone, anytime, anywhere. "Yeah, got me a bit of a flat, so I don't know how far to trust the rest of the tires, either. My own damn fault, not keeping an eye on things."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy offers said hand for sniffs and pettings, scritches, and so forth as she takes in the redhead. "Ah, your dog likes me" she laughs. "I can sort you out. Give me a moment though" she says, "And no. You can't follow me" she adds to Jack, disappearing into her living space, the aroma of freshly baked, caked in sugar cookies following her back out, she heads to the office and sets the red hot cookies on the desk then finally comes back. "Alright. Look over your tires. Got it. Anything else?" Mercy muses looking thoughtful, "maybe I can findd a dog toy for this guy here?" she adds. Great, squeaky dog toys are not her forte. Nope. She's in her overalls and work boots currently, name patch on display as she smiles, tucking her hair braids behind her ears. Uncomfortable? A bit. Practical? Yes. Mercy glances at the car and shakes her head. "Yeah that's a flat tire. I won't charge you for replacing it, but if the others are worn I'll replace those and unfortunately need to charge you" Mercy says. She's not too unhappy at making money. After all she needs to keep a roof over her head and lights on.
Riana Mackenzie	Try telling Jack 'no' on following a new friend around! He does indeed attempt to follow Mercy, but Riana's having none of it. "Come on, you, enough!" She nods and smiles to Mercy, glancing over at the white VW bug with racing stripes and a '53' inside a white circle. Yes, someone is a fan of The Love Bug. "That's fine, I was kind of expecting that. I don't trust the rest of the tires at this point anyways." She holds out her hand, her nose sniffing the air. "Riana Mackenzie. And holy fuck, those cookies smell good."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy shakes her head with a wry laugh. "Cookies? Oh, the things with sugar coating them? Would you like one?" Mercy offers and nods. "Careful, Jack. You may end up being kept by me if you follow me around" she grins, taking in the Bug. "You did not" she giggles. "You did....oh, you did. You totally beat me to making a Love Bug for a project. I am so torn right now." she grins, though she's not mad at all.
Riana Mackenzie	"Better not," Riana cautions, though she's chuckling. "I'd be put out, so would my gentleman friend." Oh, my. Though really, who could resist the distraction and offer of a cookie? "I've tried making those," she comments, with a rueful smile. "Though I usually end up with blackened hockey pucks, a screaming fire alarm, and going out to dinner with my gentleman friend. And Jack here winds up with a snack."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy wrinkles her nose, "So you're secretly a pyromaniac cook? Alright" Mercy muses and giggles. "Hey at least you know the fire systems work, though" she mutters shaking her head with a 'what the hell do I do with you' look, then grins broadlyy. "please, take a cookie. While I get to work on your car. Just don't eat the whole plate, will ya?" she. "That'd be bad and the dentists would hate both of us for it"
Riana Mackenzie	Riana laughs and shakes her head. "If those tastes as good as they smell, I can't promise they won't all be gone by the time you're done." Plucking a cookie off the plate, she raises it in salute to Mercy and gives it a try. It looks as if she's in heaven. "Mo Dhia, these are good! You sure you didn't miss your calling?" Jack, meantime, is calming down. Sort of. If by 'calming down', one means sitting down next to Riana, looking as if he's going to be wagged by his tail instead of the other way around!
Mercy Thompson	"My secret is, honestly, just throw as much sugar and Belgian chocolate in" Mercy whispers tapping her nose. "So there's my secret. Right. Getting to work on your car now" Mercy says as she gets to it. Wrench? Check. Car jack? Yes. Tires, hmm...that could be an issue. Though she's got a newly acquired set of Bug tires, wheels, and....alright the frame's rusted to hell but really, it's the wheels and tires Mercy cares about.
Riana Mackenzie	"Okay so... do I even want to know if there's any other work the car needs while you're in there?" Riana bites her lower lip. It was a slightly older car, one of the ones from the early 2000's, but really, how bad could it be? Reaching down, she scratches Jack's ears, waiting for the verdict.
Mercy Thompson	"I'll only work on what you want" Mercy calls. "Can you move it to the lift so I can get underneath without crushing myself?" she adds looking a little uneasy at the idea of Bug on her.
Riana Mackenzie	"Not quite what I asked," Riana counters. "What else is wrong with it?" The very fact that Mercy dodged the question did not bode well. She crosses her arms, an implacable wall until her question is answered in full.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy shakes her head, "I won't know until I look at your car. I'm not going to invent things to, y'know, rack up money. That's not who I am" Mercy offers with a concerned look. "Why, what do you think is wrong with it?" Mercy asks with a twirl of a wrench in her hand. Not that she's about to break things, nah. She's genuinely just wanting to fix what is wrong.
Riana Mackenzie	"Well, that's good," Riana replied, nibbling on one of the cookies. Or more like, devouring it--and looking like a little kid while she's at it, with some crumbs caught on her face. "It's just when you mentioned only working on what I wanted, it made me think there was more that needed fixing than I thought. So... might as well rip off the band-aid and lay it on me, know what I mean? I'd rather get things fixed than go 'oh shit' out there on the road."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy goes 'tsk' at the cookie eating like /tha, but she does smile. "I hear you" she admits with a laugh. "Cars named after animals are trouble. Take my Rabbit. It never starts when I want it to" Mercy grumbles with a knowing grin. "I put the key in, pray it starts, pat the dash and plead with it. No joke. Then it starts and spites me next time"
Riana Mackenzie	Grinning, Riana finishes the cookie, and wipes off her face. Somehow, in the meantime, Jack's been behaving, only nosing and trying to chase the occasional dust bunny, or stray fallen leaf as it blows in from outside. "Seriously, though, is there anything else that needs to be done on the car?"
Mercy Thompson	Mercy watches Jack with an amused look. "See, you can chase dust bunnies all you like. Hey, question. If I get dog toys, will you hate me if there's squeaky dog toys among them?" Mercy asks suddenly. "And no. Nothing else. I can though go throw more cookies in the oven or see if you want to help bake your own? Okay, I'l handle the oven things and show you the magic, mystical, Native American ways of making cookies?" she offers.
Riana Mackenzie	"Oh god, asking me to help bake is like asking a firebug to set off your smoke alarms." Riana laughs, and shakes her head. "Well, let's get this beastie onto the lift, then." Giving Mercy a few moments to scoot out of the way, she puts her Bug in neutral, and with some effort as she gets behind the car, is pushing it towards the lift. "Ooof... now -this- is heavy...."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy shakes her head with a grin. "Want me to help?" she asks with a knowing laugh. "There's no heat or anything, don't worry" Mercy observes, looking too amused. "All you'd have to do...there's just cookie mix and chocolate chips and sugar to mix. If you can set that on fire I'll be impressed" Mercy offers with a knowing smirk.