Opening Day

Let's take a few steps back. 

    It's the first day The Burrow is open. You know opening day, although there isn't much going on inside. The space is bare of humans,while only two of the founders are present.
    Moe stands behind the bar decorating some cookies with frosting, while her sister sts across from her, head slumped on the counter with a cup of coffee within arms reach. Nast looks as if she's sleeping, but in reality she's waiting for an opening. The small chance where Moe won't be paying close attention and she can steal a cookie. This will of course end in vain, most likely in pain as well, but she will try anyway.
    It's not surprising she wants to steal one of the delicious looking cookies. They are shaped like a Tardis and Morgan is finishing them off with blue icing. They are appealing to the eyes, nose and mouth watering. Just like most of Morgans baked goods.
    "Moe," Nast whined, "Are people ever going to come? We've been open for over an hour now and nobody has come yet."
    "You have to be patient people will come eventually. Someone will come after seeing the flyers that the boys are putting up." She replies in this tired mom voice as if she's answered this same exact question three times within the last hour. Truth be told she has and is one step away from smacking her friend. "Besides this place is a bit hidden and hard to find. Give it time and someone will come by eventually."
    "Ya, that or we'll have the guys cover the town in flyers. Someone will definitely come then."
    This earns a snort from the other girl, "Yes most likely the police. Won't that be a fun visit." She seems to run out of frosting after this and turns around to refill her dispenser. An obvious opening, but Nast doesn't take it, instead waiting patiently for the true opening. She knows that as soon as the red head turns around she will count the cookies and if one is missing she will be blamed. So she waits watching her friend with her chin still on the table.
    Nast opens her mouth to say something, but is abruptly cut off by Morgan. "If you mention anything about people coming one more time I'm gonna put you to work in the kitchen." The threat is easily understood and the younger girl snaps her mouth shut. This results in the older girl sighing thankfully, wanting to work in peace and quiet for a bit longer before their males return.
    This is where Nast acted. This small moment of Moe's inattention was the moment she was waiting for. As quickly and quietly as she could, Nast swiped one of the cookies with practiced ease and shoved half of it in her mouth. Immediately hiding her face with the counter and trying not to choke on half of a cookie.
     Moe, being the perceptive person she is, took about three seconds to realize one of her cookies were missing and promptly smacked the thief on the head. "Nast," she sighed, half irritataed and half ammused. She was used to her friends annoying habit, but it never stopped bugging her. "Why do you always steal a cookie before I'm finished with them? You know it drives me nuts when I don't finish decorating them before serving them."
    The other girl only gave a cheeky smile while finishing off her stolen prize. This of course resulted in Moe scowling and slapping the thief with her spatula, It was still dirty from when she used it to mix the icing, so it left tardis blue frosting in her hair. Noticing this she smacked her friend a few more times, causing the other to laugh and try to block her hits. It was all in vain though and soon Nast's hair looked as if it had messy blue highlights. "My poor hair," spoke the thief trying to judge the damage from the attack with her hands.
    "That's what you get for stealing one of my cookies." Moe beams proud of her handy work.
    This amusing scene is interrupted by two small giggles which draw the attention of the two females by the bar. Standing in the door way is a pair of teens. One is an average sized girl with long black hair tied in a braid. She's wearing a warm colored dress with a jean jacket on top. Next to her is a boy with shaggy black hair, wearing dark skinny jeans and an army jacket. They are obviously siblings and both seem very amused by the scene they walked in on. "Is it normal for the workers to hit their customers here?" Asks the boy, obviously joking.
    Moe puts on a bright smile and replies, "This lazy oaf is not a customer, but don't worry we don't hit customers in this establishment unless they honestly truly deserve it."
    This earns another laugh from the twins and they step up to the bar, hanging their coats on the coat rack near the door along the way. "Good to know," replied the girl, "This place looks fun and it'd be a shame if the personnel ended up being a bit violent."
    "Glad your first opinion is a positive one of this place, welcome by the way." spoke Nast giving the twins a smile.
    "Yes, welcome to the Burrow," continues Morgan, "I'm Morgan and this is Nast if you have any questions please feel free to ask us anything. We will be happy to help."
    "Thank you," the girl smiled back, "I'm Shego and this is my twin brother Drake. Are those tardis cookies?"
    "Why yes they are," replied Moe.

This is how the Burrow met it's first two regular customers.