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Finally able to kick the last pirate out of her public room in front of her den, Ndima sighed looking around at the mess it was left in. No matter how you looked at it, her front room was now a pub. And one that didn't close for long. This allowed her to have taste testers and even paying customers, it didn't allow Ndima as much time to go out and retrieve her brewing fruits. Or to do much more than socialize and clean when she wasn't socializing. She had to come up with solution. She couldn't keep this up. Another few days of the exhaustion that dragged her from the pub into her sleeping quarters most nights and Ndima wouldn't have any fermented fruits to give the increasing numbers coming to visit her "Pub".
Well, there was no time for that. Time for multitasking. Cleaning the front room was getting more and more involved, but Ndima didn't like leaving it sticky with split fermented fruit juices everywhere. She also didn't think that the rumpled and rampaged look was comforting for her fellow pride members to relax and lounge in when they arrived. With one last big sigh, Ndima started wiping down the spills and cleaning up the pieces of fruit left over that had fallen into things she'd rather not know was.
She didn't notice the young, new leopon lingering uncertainly in front of her pub.