"And then there's the bug exhibit!" Blathers complained, as he had done for roughly five minutes straight. However, this was the one customer that Brewster didn't mind it when they constantly talked. Blathers was a dear friend who had helped Brewster when he was at his lowest point. The wonderful thing about Blathers was he was good at talking, whereas Brewster found himself good at listening. A talent that had made its way around the town, thanks to a certain mole, "There's a broken lamp in there, the one for the moth. How can I get in there to fix it when the thought of going it makes me feathers fall out!"

"Coo...I wouldn't mind going in to have a look for you…" Brewster offered. Blathers shook his head.

"No, no, my friend. You're busy here. I shall enquire with our friend Tom Nook and see if he knows someone. I believe he will, that man has his fingers in more pies than me in a bakery, wot wot!"

Brewster had often wondered where he would be without Blathers. After all, it was Blathers who found him in the big city, owning a coffee shop on its last legs.

"It's these blasted franchises, wot wot!" He had exclaimed, after trying one sip of Brewster's home made coffee, "They put quality independent businesses like this in the dust whilst they build up an empire!"

The kind hearted museum curator had immediately set up plans to convert the downstairs exhibit into a coffee shop. It had been a gryoid exhibit, and Brewster had ended up with a multitude of the things in his coffee storeroom. It had sparked up a giant interest and passion for him, the only one other than coffee, and Brewster still had those gryoids with him to this day, despite the fact he now had his own cafe in the middle of town.

"I do miss not having you at the museum, what. Sometimes these chats between you and I would be what got me through the long shifts."

"Business going slow?"

"Not necessarily, no. People just don't need me anymore. Yes, I analyse the occasional fossil but with our complete exhibits, I don't need to take donations anymore. I feel rather unneeded."

The museum was Blathers' pride and joy. Brewster often spent many a day listening to Blathers talk about a new donation or how quickly the exhibition rooms were filling up. The sparkle he got in his ways when talking about it was a joy Brewster didn't see in other people. It warmed his heart to know that his friend was so dedicated to his work, and how happy that work made him in return. Seeing him so down about something he was usually so enthusiastic about made Brewster very sad indeed.

"You could try to spice it up, coo. Events in the museum, perhaps. Or even pop-up exhibits."

"That is a good idea, what. I have considered such things like a history of the town exhibit, or even a collection of the precious metals found here. I hate the idea of people getting bored of what we have, especially if I were to find myself bored!"

"Same again?" Brewster offered. Blathers shook his head.

"I'm afraid not, old friend. I believe I should be getting back soon, to discuss these ideas with Celeste. Although, may I get a coffee in a takeaway cup for her? She misses your cafe dreadfully."

Brewster obliged, getting the cup ready.

"Maybe I'm just getting old. I miss the days where I felt spirited and passionate. We'd talk into the night about history, coffee, science and the big city. Sharing ideas...sharing dreams," Blathers chuckled to himself.

"Coo...I agree...they were some of my happiest memories…"

Blathers smiled at his friends honesty. He had a good idea of the hard life Brewster had led and, although he'd made a point to never bring it up or ask, he always tried to brighten his friend's day up, as he felt that hadn't been a frequent occurrence throughout his life.

"I'm going to start coming down once a day, I do believe. Not only does it give my sister good practise in running the place, I miss spending time with my best friend."

"...Thank you…"

As Blathers left, Brewster felt a cold pang of sadness in his heart, as he always did upon his friend going home. Yet, he felt a warm happiness as well.

He couldn't wait to listen to Blathers tomorrow.