Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary_jeff]

Around noon, Jeff rolled out of a nearby cupboard, hit his head on the desk, and blinked.

Oh, wait. "I'd fallen asleep," he realised.

Nana eyed him. Jeff just shrugged, got up, and got to work.

[ open and I am failboat ]

Comments

[stocksgrrl]

It might have been a good thing that Jeff had fallen out of the cupboard in time for Turtle arrive with lunch, or, really, it wasn't like the cupboard wouldn't have been the first place she'd have checked for him.

"Jeeee~eeff!"

[stocksgrrl]

"Stupid trend," Turtle said, "but enough people seem to be on board. I wonder how much escargot gets eaten on average? Maybe there are enough stupid rich people that I should start investing."

[scary_jeff]

"You could start a restaurant," Jeff proposed, "And just have them sell the surgery in the back and the snails in the front. You can get eggs, too. Round fish ones."

[stocksgrrl]

"...Caviar?" asked Turtle, after needed a moment of chewing and remembering. "But that's a little seedy, operations in the back, isn't it? Besides, you don't want people knowing that you're directly associating like that. They get suspicious and uppity if they know you're doing two things at once to take money from them. So they need to be seperate, but close, and connected only in ways that people smart enough to look into it would know. So, a fancy-pants restaurant, and, just down the road, a trend-setting taste-bud reallighnment clinic."

There was a pause.

"People like the word clinic better than, like, shop or hospital in this case."

[scary_jeff]

There was another pause, this time while Jeff chewed (physically) and chewed (mentally).

He thought about it some more.

"You could have them hand out flyers outside the restaurant," he said, finally, "but put them in some weird tongue-suit so people don't know they're associated."

[stocksgrrl]

"Jeff," stated Turtle, "people who eat dead snails and fish eggs don't take flyers from people in tongue-suits."