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Turtle & Canary; Monday [ 01/07 ]

Forcing herself to hide a very large yawn behind her hand, Turtle leaned on the counter. She wished she didn't feel so tired; she had a lot of paperwork to do! She was thinking of blaming on the higher altitude of Jeff's room. Even at Sunset Towers, they'd only lived on the third floor. So, yup. That had to be it.

Plus, she had a new sign to put up: "Now Hiring! Only one shift left! Don't let your chance to work with one of the best employers in the village! Great benefits, free Squishies! Inquire within!"

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Cherry, Mixed Nuts

Turtle & Canary is open!

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Thank you, come again!

She's there; she just looked a little sleeepy. And wishing coffee didn't taste so icky.

Jamie entered the store with a hopeful look on his face.

"Free Squishies?"

Turtle knew she'd felt a dark cloud of doom passing over her when she'd written that. Like a cold chill before death...

"If," she said, very particularly as she eyed Jamie, "you work here, yeah."

But, on the other hand, she reminded herself, she did hire Sokka...and Jamie could probably get a lot of work done in one day. She'd just have to make it clear that duplicates did not get paid extra.

"Oh c'mon. Who wouldn't want me as an employee?" Jamie asked. "And not because I'm worried... this place is insured, right?"

Insured up the wazoo. Turtle eyed Jamie carefully. "We've got a Saturday shift available," she said. "And, no, your duplicates don't get extra pay. Just to be clear. And you can't go crazy with the free Squishies. In moderation. Going through an entire jug of Grape Judas in two hours will not fly, Madrox."

"You make it sound like I have no self-control," Jamie said trying to look offended. "Though I don't know... Saturday I usually have to sleep in to get my beauty sleep."

"Why?" Turtle asked, because he didn't honestly expect her not to take that and run with it, did he? "It's not like it's working."

"Clearly I need to be sleeping more," Jamie replied. "Because if my inner beauty isn't shining through then I must be ugly as hell."

"You said it," Turtle said, biting down a bit of a grin, "not me. You still interested, you think?"

"Well what about Mondays?" Jamie asked. "Because I'm especially handsome on Mondays. Two whole days of sleeping in."

"Well," Turtle said, eyes shifting slightly. "Technically, I guess there's a spot on Mondays. I mean, obviously, because I'm working counter instead of one of my ~~minions~~ employees. Plus, radio. Jeff gets upset if he has to report someone else opening. I don't know. I don't bother trying to understand. But our radio day might change, anyway, right?"

Her head tilted, eying Jamie thoughtfully. "Hold on one second, okay? While I go to the back and get the paperwork that you'll need to fill out."

"Well... I don't want to upset Jeff," Jamie called out. "I might make a sale on chicken breasts and if he reads that during the news..."

"Don't even joke about that!" Turtle called back from her back room office. "The boy has a problem; he can't help it! So just...no sale on chicken breasts. Or thighs. Or any meats that could easily be misconstrued as body parts."

She returned, plopping the large packet of papers onto the counter and let out a breath as if it had been heavy to carry up. "Don't be too intimidated by the length. There are a lot of 'see section a' or 'continue on page seven if...'s, due to the fact that there's all the different worlds and dimensions and species I have to deal with here."

"That's not a job application. That's a tax audit," Jamie said boggling at the amount of paperwork. "If I couldn't make more of me that would take forever to calculate."

"Oh, it's not that bad!" Turtle insisted. "You should see some of the paperwork I have to do just keeping this place running!"

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Jamie shook his head. "And here I thought it was a simple little operation you had going. You want me to finish up the paperwork here or can I take it home?"

"You can take it home," Turtle nodded. "That way, I don't have to sit here while you go through it and have to think about how I'm depriving you of that much needed beauty rest." She gave Jamie a bright smile in conjunction with the 'compliment.'

"Your overwhelming concern for my well being touches me," Jamie said. "So much so I'll refrain from using anything resembling body parts on the days that you and Jeff do radio."

"Much appreciated," Turtle nodded. "On my behalf and the behalf of all loyal radio listeners as well, I'd imagine."

"Sure thing, I'll bring this back in two months when I'm finally done with it."

"Har har. Very funny."

It was late afternoon when Sky decided to take a break from the stack of comic books Teddy had loaned him and walk to town to stretch his legs a little. He remembered the intriguing sweetness of Grape Judas and decided to stop by Turtle & Canary to get another... or maybe even mix things up and get another flavor. He was pleased to find a somewhat-familiar face behind the counter and went up to Turtle, giving her his best smile. Or one of his best smiles, anyway.

"Afternoon, Turtle," he said.

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Turtle warmly returned the smile. "Hello, Sky; how's your day been?"

"Uneventful," Sky replied, eyeing the day's Squishy flavors. He was intrigued by Mixed Nuts, wondering how such a flavor could be put into Squishy form. "I've been holed up in my room reading comic books all day, actually." He laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Thought I would wander into town and not spend the ENTIRE day being a recluse. And maybe get another Grape Judas. How about you?"

Turtle was thinking she might have to thank Jamie after all for all the trouble he put her through in getting the Grape Judas on frequent flavor rotation. She gave Sky a smile that was slightly triumphant. "Pretty uneventful, too, I suppose. Hired in probably my last new employee, but, other than that, been sitting behind this counter and watching the hours tick by. All of my classes are on Thursday, so I can kind of kick back and relax until then."

Sky nodded. "Good to hear you got another employee. And I don't have class til Wednesday myself," he said. "But I'm not used to having so much free time, so I'm at a bit of a loss of what to do. Hmm- do you think the Squishy robot could make me a medium Grape, please?"

"I think she could manage it, yeah," Turtle said, "and her name's Bob."

Turtle, while willing to allow Bart the upperhand on the SquishyBot's name, was not willing to compromise its gender.

And, in fact, Bob was already in the process of getting Sky his order.

"Oh?" Sky raised his eyebrows and couldn't suppress a chuckle, taking the cup when it was offered to him and giving the ~~handwavily~~ exact amount to Turtle. "Thank you, then, miss Bob. May I ask how she got her name?"

"I wanted to name her Alice," Turtle explained, with a little bit of a heavier sigh than she intended, her eyes focuses on the machine. "But Bart, he was my co-assistant second manager, he figured Bob was a better name. The issue never really got resolved, until, um...I decided to go with Bob as a way to honor Bart. He isn't with us anymore..."

"...Oh." Sky hadn't really expected the story to end on that note, so he took a sip of Grape Judas to buy a little time to think. Sugary, grapey sweetness. So pleasant. And so bad for him, too. "Well, uh... Bob's a great name. And she does her job well."

Smooth, Tate. Very smooth.

"Yup; she sure does." Turtle offered Sky a sort of crooked smile that assured him that it was okay, she didn't mind that he'd inadvertently gone into a bit of a rough area, and deftly moved onto a topic that was, for her, much more uplifting. "In fact, she helps make up almost forty five percent of sales!"

Sky was grateful for the subject change. "I can see why. There's got to be something about these..." He peered into his Squishy cup. "I've been craving another ever since I got that first one on Saturday. I NEVER crave things." Sip. Cold sweetness. Yes.

After looking around a moment for any particular blonde squirrels that might be conspiring against her (forget the fact that she was doing radio tonight anyway), Turtle leaned in and whispered to Sky, "Part of my actually thinks there might be something in them that makes them a little addictive. Y'know, like the caffeine in coffee?"

"Really." Sky paused before taking his next sip, then shrugged and did so anyway. "Well, fortunately, I don't have an addictive personality." He winked at Turtle before turning to leave. "Well, I'd better get back to my room and finish those books so I can get them back to Teddy. I, ah, might be back for another one of these later, though. Or tomorrow, tomorrow would be great." Not like he feared addiction. He could stop anytime. "See you around, Turtle."

"Have a good one, Sky!" Turtle called out after him.

There was Sokka, with a Mixed Nuts Squishy and a sly grin on his face. "We get free Squishies? Really?"

This was not an idle question. Bob was routinely eating up most of his paycheck.

Turtle blinked at Sokka. "...you didn't know this?"

"...No? I mean, I was going to ask, but..."

He grimaced.

"...Is there a... limit on free Squishies?"

Clearly, Sokka hadn't been reading the fine print of his employment contract; Turtle shook her head. Also, clearly, Bob had been charging Sokka anyway, which, with a tilted head, Turtle had to admit was kind of impressive. And it certainly seemed to explain why there was a particular spike in sales on Thursdays since Sokka started working.

"Well, there isn't a specific number," Turtle said, adding, hastily, "yet," because she was now thinking that, between Sokka and Jamie, she might have to specify. "But if you do something like drain a whole flavor jug in one day, there might be some penalties and restrictions."

Right. Don't drain the WHOLE jug in one day. Sokka could manage that.

He took a sip of his Squishy and looked down at the money that he'd been going to hand her. "Does it apply when we're off-duty, too?"

...The fine print? Sokka never signed ANYTHING without reading the fine print. Well, usually never. The employment contract was different, because there had been so MUCH of it. He'd read the first page or two and glanced at the rest.

"Yeah," Turtle said, wondering who'd been taking Sokka's money if he'd been buying them other days, too. Her eyes went, suspiciously, toward Bob. Bob's eyes swiveled innocently away from her. She shook her head and looked back toward Sokka. "It counts for off-duty, too."

Sokka stuck out his tongue at Bob, and then sipped at his Squishy.

"Well, at least Liz loves me."

He would have asked for his money back, except... she had been sort of reluctant to give him the job, and he didn't want to push his luck. Besides, he had a vague idea that he was, in fact, way over any sort of limit that Turtle might reasonably set.

"Liz loves everyone," Turtle said, "unless you try to steal something or be mean and sneak up on me when I'm working on tax forms."

No world ending yaaay.

THAT ICON IS A VERY LITTLE BIT TERRIFYING.

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