"Tinder..." Nivalia says like a mother who knows too much, "It's not about that." Rummaging through the shelves, she lifts up a small box and places it on a nearby table. Opening it would reveal the same wraps but with a forest green color. "Tinder, can you please remove your bags? I'm sure this can help with a certain dilemma you're facing."

Nivalia gauges her reaction, keeping a level head throughout. Taking a deep breath, her eyes glow as 5 of these wraps levitate into the air and over to her. "Alright, alright. If you say so. These actually double as deep pore cleansers and coat shiners. Consider this an extra thanks for helping out. We also have things to take care of any pains, migraines, or things of that nature." She sets the wraps down in front of her. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Tinder. That want my intent."

The wraps levitate off the ground and onto the nearby shelf. "Well if you ever need any, they'll be right here." She scans the others and notes a purple pill bottle. "Oh, you should know this. Raspberry, the mare who is well... raspberry colored, has allergies. It is only to a specific plant that she never works with under any circumstances. In the event though that she does, you'll notice her reaction to it. Swelling, coughing, things like that. Get her two of these immediately. Hopefully it never comes to that but I'd rather be save than sorry. Which brings me to my next point." She looks over to Tinder, "You'll be working besides plenty of different plants with their own pollen and scents and chemicals. None are lethal but if you find yourself reacting to a certain kind, let us know immediately."

"I certainly hope you do, dear," Niv replies, "the welfare of my workers is my top priority. If I can't take care and accommodate my employee's needs, then I'm not fit to run a business at all." She trots back to the door, "Cmon, let me show you the break room."

"Ok, now the break room is right over here," Nivalia leads Tinder down the hall to an open room. A modest table with chairs sits right at the center. Alongside the wall are counters, a sink, and a refrigerator on the end. On the counters rest several small bowls, one has nuts, another has dried fruit, while the third has seeds. "Oh, today is tail mix day. On occasion we'll have themed food days for the break room. You can store away your lunch in the fridge; obviously don't eat other worker's lunches."

"Alright, well if you ever want a smack or a breather, just stop by here." She assures, "So that pretty much covers  the tour. I'll have your name tag ready tomorrow. We have to get back to the office to sign some forms and you're set to go."

"Just some forms for my tax records, nothing serious," Nivalia answers as she exits the break room, "and don't mention it. Having you here to watch the store is more than enough." Once the two reach the office, she levitates some forms out of a nearby cabinet and onto her desk. "I just need you to sign where the lines are."