「a little birdie told me something special, something secret」

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[ He has got to have had pancakes before. Even she had pancakes and her childhood was a total 0/10 would not recommend to anyone. ]

That's my name. What's up? [ She's picking through their berries. Hm.... Strawberries are good. Let's do them. Into the pot. ]

[feistytrader]

...Alvin said he'd let me have a job at your resturant. [Which. Which is good! He won't run out of money, he won't have to steal and stuff- it sounds like a pretty solid deal.

One problem, and he's reluctant to say it out loud, but- he can't get any help if he doesn't ask.]

I don't know the first thing about working at a job.

[Uh. ...Flour. Pancakes probably have flour. -Wait, you don't start with flour. You start with eggs and stuff. Eggs and what?...]

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[ Ahhh, that's nice. As long as Silver doesn't start fights over monster bounties, that's a-okay with her-- ]

It's not that hard. Be honest, be nice, smile a lot. You'll probably be out front as a waiter, so all you'll do is lead people to their table, take their order, report it to the kitchen, and go back with it when it's ready. [ She pauses to dump some sugar into the pot along with a little water, then turns to... what... is he... ] ...Well, that's not all there is, but you'll get it explained to you and we'll probably have a few days of training. Please tell me you've made pancakes before.

[feistytrader]

[Be honest, be nice, smile a lot. Lead people to tables, take orders, report them to the kitchen, go back with the food.

Sounds easy enough. If it's that simple, he can't mess it up, right?

...Unlike this batter.]

I've never had a pancake before.

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[ ............

Well, it's going to take a while to get those strawberries going, so she can help him out. Scoot over, kid. ]

Watch carefully, 'cause I'm only showing you once. [ And she will. (This probably won't be the only time she shows him but she has a reputation to keep, dammit.) ] Have you never cooked for yourself?

[feistytrader]

[He's watching carefully! He can learn this. He can try not to forget anything.

He will probably forget a couple of things, but at least he'll mostly get it on the first watch.]

I don't have a home. Most of the time I make eggs and sometimes I throw stuff in a pot with noodles.

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[ She'll point out what he misses, so no worries there. ]

Guess I'm doing wonders feeding you actual food then. [ That's a good feeling. ] You're so skinny, I was almost afraid you'd go flying off that Therom when we were flying with it.

[feistytrader]

[Like Milla's one to talk. She's pretty thin herself, and he's pretty sure she was the only one afraid on that flight...

But Silver isn't complaining about getting actual food every day. Not a chance. No issues here.]

I've had worse rides. [She's calling him a Therom now? ...No, he's definitely still sticking with Big Bird.]

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[ She's all muscle you little twerp. ]

I don't fly. [ Period. ] I've flown a few times here, but back home--and in the prime dimension--I never did.

[ That's why she's so ick about it.

...also therom is its proper name, big bird is just a nickname come ON silver... ]

[feistytrader]

...What's the prime dimension?

[mahouchrono]

Something that doesn't matter that much here.

[... That's the kid that stole his phone.]

I didn't know that you knew him.

[feistytrader]

[-That's the weirdly nice guy that shot Weavile's ice- and speaking of ice, a nice quick layer of it covers Silver's shoes immediately as he stares at Ludger like a deer in headlights.

Weavile ducks right behind Milla's leg to boot. What's he doing here? These two know each other?]

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[ What a reaction. Milla jerks a step forward when Weavile ducks behind her leg--please, please don't do that. She's still not comfortable with the whole tamed monsters thing! ]

It still matters. [ To her. The laws of it just don't apply here. She looks between Silver and Ludger, crossing her arms. ] He's the guy I was out hunting with at the beginning of the month. I'm more surprised that you know him, and that apparently you scare the living hell out of him. What did you do?

[mahouchrono]

He stole my GHS, so I chased him.

[That's all he really knows.]

[feistytrader]

[...So he was working on the batter, right? He's gonna keep working on that, especially since he doesn't have to face Ludger to do it.

Weavile moves from Milla to Silver's legs instead and warily stares at Ludger. He's not taking his eyes off of him.]

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Mind explaining why Featherbutt keeps staring at you like you're about to try something funny then, even though a peepit's more intimidating than you are?

[mahouchrono]

I would tell you if I knew.

[But right now? He's as confused as you are, Milla.]

[feistytrader]

It's okay. I gave him his phone back. He was nice about it.

[His voice and expression are level enough, but that ice around his feet isn't going anywhere and Weavile doesn't budge an inch.

But Silver does- he turns around and bows his head briefly.] I'm sorry. I won't give you any trouble. [And then it's back to having his focus on the batter.]

[descendend]

Huh. [ Now that's... something else. ] So you give me lip, but he gets an apology.

[mahouchrono]

... It's fine.

[He doesn't care that much. He got his phone back.]

He did seem pretty brave.

[Giving Milla lip...]

[feistytrader]

...Do you want an apology for something?

[Just. Just try to act normal. Maybe not comfortable, but not. Strange. He's weirdly nice, remember? Just take it easy.]

[descendend]

After all the trouble you put me through? [ She's just gonna check on her strawberries. They're fine and get a quick stir she tries not to wince about how it definitely feels like some of them are sticking to the bottom. ] Absolutely.

[feistytrader]

[Ha. Haha. Ha.

No.]

Sorry you were wrong. [There's no way in hell he's apologizing for saving a monster's life.]

[mahouchrono]

[PFFFFFFT.]

Y-You're right about heh... him giving you lip.

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[ If looks could kill, you two. ]

Thanks. [ O-kay, she's mad enough to consider this while she makes her strawberry syrup more... syrupy and less pulpy... and nudges Silver out of the way so she can check his batter and fix anything that needs it before she adds her stuff to it. ] Are you just gonna stand there laughing, or do you wanna help out? Or get out. We don't need distractions.