Raleigh smiles wider when she realises that the person outside's Spencer. He passes her the hammer and she takes care of the nail with a whack, and then she yanks down the last swath of paper that she can reach - it's three layers, each uglier than the last, but she makes sure to drop it on the other side of the ladder, before she moves down. She rubs her arm across her forehead to get the sweat off, leaving a streak of dirt behind.

"Don't worry about i-" But he's already talking about a check, and her eyes sort of widen because she still doesn't know exactly how to handle him offering to back the bakery, but she clears her throat. "I'm figuring out how to set up an account for the bakery, I... guess I'll let you know when that's all set up? And I'll write out the contract." Because she's still insisting that they do this formally, because if he's backing the bakery it's an investment, not a gift.

Looking around the mess that's the storefront right now, though, all she can see is the potential. She's not shown him it before since they signed the lease yesterday, and she can't help how eager she looks. "Do you have a minute? I can show you everything. Isn't it great?" She's so hopeful, that he likes it, that he thinks that it's a good choice. She's got so much respect for him, and she just... want him not to think it's a mistake.