It was a lot of work making sure all the customers were taken care of. Seemed today was National Bathhouse Day, or a stream of luck had hit the establishment. In all the two months since he had arrived, Trouv had never seen the Cuttlefish Bathhouse so crowded. Tanjozo was rather small, after all, and people didn't just come to the bathhouse to clean, they came to cleanse themselves. There was also the church for when everyone needed to cleanse their sins, but the church didn't have better-than-dreaming desserts available to its patrons. The Bathhouse didn't either, but they had barely-edible treats on good days, and lemon salt baths. Luckily, eventually, the bathhouse family woke up and took over the counter, letting Trouv close up shop for the rest of the day and wander for a little bit outside. He needed some fresh air, as the steam began to carry into the lobby once the baths were heated further.