The Wolf Among Us: Season Two

Episode 1: Chapter 3

"Good morning, Snow." Gabrielle smiles, standing up from her new desk, causing her knee-length pink skirt to flounce up around her.

"Good morning, it looks like you beat me here." Snow replies, setting her purse down on her desk. Monday mornings were always a drag for her, fore she only got one day off a week and returning from that blissful peace was exhausting. So exhausting, in fact, that she woke up late which caused her morning to be filled with very unusual events. Waking up late was already unusual enough for her, she typically always woke up on time, but because she did she didn't get to drink her morning coffee and didn't bother with taking the time to put her hair up into her bun that she usually wears it in. Amid this laziness, she also decided to skip out on her go-to blazer and pencil skirt duo and settled for a loose fitting blue blouse tucked into a pair of jeans.

"It appears so." Her assistant laughs in response. "So, is there anything you need done?"

"Yes, in fact, there is. There is an abundance of letters we have received over the past few months about needed assistance that have not been addressed yet. Bufkin knows where they are, so if you could just call him and have him bring them to you and sort out the ones that are the most serious and that have been waiting for the longest and give them to me at the end of the day, that would be wonderful. If there is anything from Mr. Toad about his apartment building at all, put it with the important things, we need to figure out what to do with it now that he's at the Farm. Also, if you would, please make a separate pile of Fables asking anything about glamours, that's another issue that needs to be dealt with." Snow informs her and verbalizing everything that needs to be done just makes it seem all the more pressing and extreme. However, people shouldn't start showing up for meetings for the next hour, give or take a little bit, so Snow decides to go talk to the sheriff about their possible idea of taxing the Fables. It's something Snow had been thinking about for months, just a way to provide even more financial help to those who are in desperate need and also a way to not be so easily manipulated by Fables like Bluebeard. "Good morning, Bigby. We need to talk about something." She sighs, walking into the small office.

"Uh oh, that sounds serious." He replies with a small laugh, leaning back in his chair.

"Not really. Come back into the Business Office with me, I want Gabrielle to be a part of the conversation." Snow shrugs, turning right back around and leaving the office door open for the sheriff to follow in behind her. "Gabrielle, can I borrow you for a minute? We need to discuss some stuff." She says loudly, walking over to her desk. Gabrielle looks up from her papers before walking over to her bosses desk where the three Fables gather together. "I don't believe you two have been properly introduced: Gabrielle, this is Bigby, the sheriff, and Bigby this is Gabrielle, my new assistant." The two simply nod and smile at each other, but neither says a word.

"What's going on?" Gabrielle asks, twisting her foot around on the front of her high heels, slightly scuffing the white fabric covering her toes.

"So, nothing is certain at all yet, but I want us to start planning to tax the citizens of Fabletown. Nothing as high as the mundies have it but creating enough revenue so that we can do more to help them and not depend on donations from the wealthy. Gabrielle, I wanted you to be a part of this to give an outside opinion." Snow explains, talking rather tediously about the subject but still maintaining her in control facade.

"How would we... enforce that?" The sheriff asks since that was probably his only involvement in the situation, other than possibly having to work even more now that he's getting paid more. That is, if he or Snow working more is even possible.

"I mean, you wouldn't get in trouble for not paying them, you just wouldn't get the benefits of paying them. Say, if someone didn't pay their taxes they couldn't call you if someone robbed them; they'd have to either try to solve the issue on their own or call the mundie police, and I can't think of a single Fable who would be fond of either of those options.