Seventy Third Song

[mysticalvender]

So, hey, here's a question for everyone here. Who knows how to cook? Because I am one chef short of a kitchen over in Caritas. Any takers?

It's a great place to work, I swear. Ask anyone.

Oh and FYI? It's turtledove free. I don't need rats with wings making a mess of my bar.

Comments

[daddyhost]

[A JOB?! WHY HE HAD JUST SPOKEN TO ALLEN ABOUT GETTING A JOB!]

I will work for you!

[mysticalvender]

...Wow, points for the enthusiasm, mi amigo. What can you do?

[daddyhost]

Anything you want, Mr. Manager! I have to earn money to help my friend.

[mysticalvender]

Well, we sure do love noble causes. How about you wait on tables?

[daddyhost]

Yahooooo! Will you pay all my wages to Allen Walker, please?

[mysticalvender]

SO, you're helping out our good buddy Allen, huh? You know, part of the taking in Caritas goes to him.

[daddyhost]

That's wonderful!

[Can you almost see his eyes shimmering with sparkly wonder?]

I want all my takings to go to him.

[mysticalvender]

...

All of them?

[daddyhost]

Every last caiso.

[mysticalvender]

That's pretty [crazy] generous of you, mi amigo. Don't you want to keep a little bit?

[daddyhost]

No... I only want the job to help Allen. If you have extra time, I will do it all.

[mysticalvender]

Are you...on a loss there, sweetie?

[daddyhost]

Is it a loss to want to help your friends?

[mysticalvender]

I...uh, no.

I guess it's not.

You're a real special snowflake, aren't you?

[daddyhost]

The most special.

[He sounds so proud of it, too.]