Ezra had awoken before the sun had risen.

It was an old habit, one they had developed when they had lived on the farm. The elderly couple had often risen before the light had crested over their property and the Homunculi had watched many sunrises with them before beginning their day. So, when the alchemist told them to arrive 'early' on their first day, they had stayed true to the word. The night sky was barely fading when they had arrived, and after rousing the man from his rest, was told not to return for a few hours. The Homunculi had questioned Nevin's instructions, and the man could only sigh before insisting the white-haired construct go home and once again return in a few hours after 'proper sleep', whatever he meant by that.

The next few days had been a blur; they couldn't stay to observe Nevin every day as they still had to assist Nan so there had been a few gaps in their learning experience. But on this sixth day, Ezra was told that they would start their actual employment. No longer would they simply observe, but they would now be working with actual customers and interacting socially with them. Occasionally, during their observation period, villagers would come in and ask about the Homunculi's presence in the store and how odd it was that they were going to be working there when the alchemist had insisted on not hiring additional help. Nevin would often diffuse the rumors with how Ezra had an alchemical find they were studying, but felt awkward when they were then bombarded with questions and had the attention shifted onto themselves instead of the wares in the store. They would offer no answer, which would often make the villagers frustrated or more insistent on answers. They would often just go silent at that point, and wait for Nevin to distract them to stop the questions. Telling the villagers 'no' and having them continue to pester was something that the alchemist warned them about, and being able to give them a firm 'no' was a technique they would have to learn. Hopefully today they could master that art.

As the door to the shop swung open with a still-seeming-to-wake-up Nevin at the door, the Homunculi was already at the front step. A small smile hung on their face, and they were in a simple tunic and slacks, hair in a tied, almost professional braid. They made their way inside the store, only giving the man a simple, "Good morning, Sir Nevin." before making their way behind the counter and leaning over it. They did their best to keep their attention focused on the man's face, but it was plainly obvious despite not physically showing that they were excited to work.