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Bluth's Original Banana Stand, Tuesday, 9/25

George Michael was at work and he was busily hanging up fresh bananas. There was also a new shipment of chocolate that needed to be opened, and he also ordered some pecans. Nothing like a little variety, eh?

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Nuts are 10 cents extra. He... can't be sorry for this. It's a dog eat dog world out there.

Joanna had decided to come visit her yacht. On the way, she noticed the funny little stand and decided to investigate. She just stood there, looking at the menu board and frowning.

George Michael stared at the woman that reminded him of Gangy. But younger. With blonde hair.

He glanced at the menu board to see if it had miraculously changed in any way whatsoever. Nope.

"Hi. I'm George Michael Bluth. Can I help you?"

"What exactly are you selling here? Is it ice cream? It's all very... yellow." She waved her hands about in mild disgust.

George Michael kind of chuckled. "No, ice cream would melt." He didn't have a way to keep it cold or anything and thought that was entirely obvious.

"Mr. Manager, that's me, sells chocolate covered bananas. With nuts. But they are extra. Ten cents extra."

"You sell bananas. And people buy them." These weren't questions, just statements that Joanna was having a hard time believing.

"And if I wanted a Giddy-girly, what would that entail?" She stared hard at George Michael, as though daring him to say something lame.

He nodded figuring that she was just having a hard time understanding the words that were coming out of his mouth.

George Michael didn't mind being stared at, he just sort of glanced everywhere but her eyes. Maybe she thought he was cute.

"A banana drizzled in girly swirls with nuts. Or not. Because nuts are extra." ~~and mun has no idea since canon only explained two of the recipes. woe.~~

Joanna glanced about, making sure no one else was around and then leaned in towards the boy. "Double dipped and double the nuts," she said quickly.

She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a tightly rolled wad of $100 bills.

George Michael's eyes went wide, and that was before she reached into her cleavage and pulled out folded bills. "Yes... yes ma'am."

But he didn't move, he just stared. Then he remembered to ask, "Small, medium, or large?"

Joanna peeled of one of the bills and slid it across the counter. "I like my bananas large and not overly-ripe."

She looked George Michael over and raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?" She was guessing fourteen, fifteen maybe.

"Yes, ma'am." George Michael took the bill and wondered if the change was a tip. Pretty big tip. What a... nice lady.

"I'm nineteen," he replied while he fixed her banana. Didn't take him long. He could do this in the dark. He handed it over with plenty of napkins.

"I hope you enjoy it."

Joanna took a bite of her banana and closed her eyes in delight. "That is excellent chocolate," she remarked.

Then she noticed George Michael not giving her change. "If this is a hundred dollar banana, it had better come with something more than extra nuts." She put down her banana, placed both hands on the counter, and leaned in towards the boy. "Are you in need of some extra money?"

"Thank you," George Michael said. Hershey's was great chocolate.

"Uh." Was he in need? Not the business, no. Him? Personally? No. But was she suggesting...?

"Maybe."

Joanna pulled off two more hundred dollar bills and fanned herself with them. It was a warm day. "And tell me, George Michael, what are you willing to do for a few extra dollars? How big of a banana might I be able to buy?"

Oh dear God. Oh dear God.

George Michael swallowed the saliva that suddenly had his mouth watering.

"Uh. That much would probably buy a big banana and probably you could keep coming back for more. You know, when you're banana hungry."

Joanna paid more for that Barnett guy who taught the relationship classes at the school, but this one was young, which probably meant he was trainable.

She slid the cash over the counter and leaned down to take another bite of her banana, managing to get a little bit of chocolate on her chin.

"So, when might I be able to experience this big banana?"

George Michael watched her take a bite of that banana and the chocolate that was there on her chin. He licked his lips.

Were they talking about bananas? Good thing he was behind the counter, uh?

"I can bring it to you whenever you want."

"So you're a delivery boy as well as Mr. Manager. Excellent."

Joanna stood upright and flattened out the front of her nearly skin-tight top. "I live at 23 Griffin Way. It's not hard to find as it's huge. I'll be there tomorrow evening if you're free to... deliver."

Well, George Michael didn't like to be considered a delivery boy. But she was willing to pay highly for his services so he wasn't going to correct her.

"Um. Uh. Yes. Okay. 23 Griffin Way. Tomorrow evening with my big banana. Okay. Nice. I like that. Hope you'll be hungry," he chuckled nervously.

Joanna began to walk away, banana in hand. Over her shoulder she called out, "And make sure to bring the chocolate."

"Right! I won't forget!" George Michael bounced. His first date since coming to Fandom. He had to celebrate.

Just keep the flies off of it.

I hate unpacking.

Unpacking is the devil. Throw a nice quilt over the boxes and new end table!

*g*

I stuck boxes in closets so I didn't have to look at them yet. I'm so bad.

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