How to Train your Bun

The phone rang at the Imporium and Hutch quickly answered it. "Imporium! Hutch speaking, how may I help you?"
"Yo," a quick voice said on the other end, "ya helped me with ah ribbow at job--ah tailor shop, like last week."
It took Hutch a moment to remember, when they heard the bun on the phone swear at something. "Oh, yes! I recall that visit. You said--"
She wasn't listening, "ya know how I said it musta belonged to my boss? Well it an't her's. And it won't leave me the fuck alone!"
"Oh!" Hutch was surprised by her foul language, "well, why don't you bring it in and we can see if it is missing or maybe a wild one?"
"Sure, yah. I'll be over--Hey! Don't touch dat!" Hutch heard a crash, more yelling, then the line went dead.

Now Hutch didn't know how far it was for the other bun to get there, so they returned to their normal tasks around the shop. Such as letting different imps out to stretch their legs or wings, playing with bonezos, furdins, and the one loafki that enjoyed playing, and of course cleaning up any goo left over by inkaps while they were out.
At about a quarter to three the door bell rang. "Hello," Hutch called from a cage he was checking on a phloof in, "welcome to the impor--" their words caught in his throat as they looked over the bun that entered. It was the same black fur bun they helped the other week, but all wrapped up in a yellow ribbon, in such a way that the only way she could move looked to be hopping. Had she hopped the whole way here?! The very thought of this had a giggle starting to from from them. Hands moved up to their mouth to stifle it. Behind them a chirop and corvat laughed loudly in their little imp ways.
"Can I get ah little fuckin' help already?!" Gwen hissed at them.
"Oh of course miss!" Hutch hurried over to help and noticed a black ribbow on her head (it almost blended in with her fur!). "Did the ribbow do this?"
"How'd ya fuckin' guess?" Gwen rolled her eyes. Hutch caught the end of the ribbon and started to walk around Gwen to unwrap her. She kept talking, "dis thing showed up in my apartment and started fuckin' around with my clothes! I tried to grab it but couldn't, then I called ya, then tried to grab it again and wound up all wrapped up!" The ribbon had fully been unwrapped from her now and Gwen grabbed for the ribbow on her head. It hopped away and hurried over to hide under a table leg.
"And this wasn't your boss's like you thought?"
"Yeah. She does got one, but it's red. Welp, that's all done, right? Ya can take care of it?"
Hutch blinked a moment and then shook their head. "Actually, this imp must want to be with you."
"Wut?!" The look of shock on Gwen's face mode the imps flying about giggle more.
"Ribbows are rather rare imps that adore very fashionable wardrobes. This one must have been interested in the shop you work at but also enjoys your closet. This little one will keep coming to you no matter what." As if on cue, the ribbow came out from the table and stood at Gwen's feet, bouncing up and down.
Gwen looked ready to punt it away. Instead, she reached down and put her paw out for it. "I never had ah imp before. Ya sell anything ta help me get started?"
Hutch's eyes lit up. "You bet I do!"
Gwen would soon regret asking, for she was in for a long lecture about imp care.