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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Sunday, 3/30

George Michael usually didn't open the stand on Sunday but after ~~handwavily~~ noticing more kids in the area, he thought opening the stand might be a good thing.

It's just... he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with kids. Couldn't be hard, right? Chuckling nervously, he started getting everything ready, ignoring Eddie who was a squawking mess. Apparently George Michael threw off his week by opening today. Guess Eddie would have to deal.

[OOC: Weetinies can pester at will!]

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He's right behind the counter, waiting to help you.

After pestering Lt. Kerrigan at the Perk ~~which is still in progress, la~~, Sky toddled over to the banana stand next. He now had his "helmet" under one arm, and had unzipped his wee S.P.D. jacket.

"Hi Mr. Manager!" he said cheerfully. "Hi Eddie!"

SCRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SQUARK SQUAAAARRRRK, Eddie replied.

"Funny birdie," Sky chuckled.

Oh. Little kid already knew who he was.

George Michael waved and smiled. "Hi there."

Wait. Little kid who knew Eddie?

"You know me?"

"You're my boss, a'course I know you," said Sky. "I wear a banana suit for you every Friday and everything!"

"Huh, that's... well, that's funny, kid," he chuckled and looked around. "Sky put you up to this? Wait..." he tilted his head and stared hard at the little boy. "He's... are you? Is Sky your daddy?"

Hey, George Michael knew about teenage pregnancies. Not personally or anything, but come on.

Sky pouted, setting down his helmet and pulling a toy S.P.D. badge out of his wee jacket pocket, flipping it open to show his adult self's picture and name.

"Noooo, I'm Sky! I can't be my own daddy. Look, I have my S.P.D. badge an' everything! A lot of my friends are little like I am, too. It's a lotta fun!"

Oh no. Fandom strikes again.

"So that is why I have seen so many kids lately," he mused aloud. "You're a cute little guy. How old are you?"

"Thanks," said Sky, grinning and picking his helmet back up, happy that Mr. Manager understood. "I'm... uhm, uhm, 5. Yeah! Not old like Troy still is."

"Five, wow. I bet Mary would give you lots of cookies if she were here," every kid liked cookies, right? "Troy's your roommate and he stayed big? Uh. Weird."

"Cookies are yummy!" Sky agreed, then frowned. "But Lt. Kerrigan told me I'm not s'posed to eat anything with sugar in it." He then perked up again. "Troy's my boyfriend," he corrected happily, completely unaware of how awkward that may have sounded. "I went by his room yesterday and he was still oooold."

Edited 2008-03-30 16:52 (UTC)

"Lt. Kerrigan sounds like a grumpy someone who evidently didn't have enough sugar as a kid." George Michael didn't know what he was talking about. "You should eat all the sugar you want."

He blinked. Boyfriend? Yeahhhh, that didn't sound as good as it should have.

"Well. Okay. You were old once too. Right?"

Sky pouted again. Here his obedient nature was coming into conflict- a teacher had told him no sugar, and here, his boss was telling him it was okay. What to do?

"Lt. Kerrigan is nice," he finally said. "But I guess as long as she doesn't know I had any sugar, it'll be OK if I have some, right?" He then nodded to the question. "Uh-huh! I used t'be old. And I will be again, I hope."

"She probably is," he agreed. "But kids and sugar go hand in hand, Sky, so I think it will be okay if you have some. Just don't tell her. She'll never know." Unless Sky gets super hyper and goes to visit her again. "I hope you get old again too. I wouldn't have anyone to run the stand for me on Friday and wear the suit."

"Yeah!" said Sky happily. "I had lotsa sugar yesterday, anyway. I think Lt. Kerrigan was just sleey- she had a biiiiiig cup of coffee." He then nodded gravely. "I wouldn' wanna miss work! No way."

"That was probably it. She was sleepy and didn't want any over-active kids around her. It can make grown-up's grumpy. But not me, so you don't have to worry, Sky."

"Yay!" said Sky, clapping his hands. "You're so nice, Mr. Manager."

Eddie squawked a few times in response.

"Eddie thinks so, too!"

"Eddie is..." he looked over at him. "In a strange mood today. He's not used to me being here on Sunday."

Sky stood on tiptoe to peer at Eddie, then stuck his tongue out at the seagull.

"Eddie's strange every day," he declared.

"Careful, Sky, I wouldn't want Eddie to snatch your tongue."

"Ewwwww!" said Sky, taking a step back. "Nasty Eddie isn' gonna get my tongue, then!" He made a weetiny force field, but it quickly vanished.

"Don't you worry, Sky, I wouldn't let him get you. I wish I had some cookies for you but all I've got is... bananas."

"I like bananas, too," said Sky perkily. "But I already had breakfast."

There was a little girl walking a puppy. Or maybe it was a puppy walking a little girl. Either way, Hoshi found herself at the banana stand after Porthos spotted some birds and decided to chase them, dragging Hoshi along for the ride.

George Michael saw the little girl and he smiled, waving when he caught her attention. "That's a cute puppy."

Hoshi smiled shyly but didn't say anything. It usually took a little while before she felt comfortable talking.

Porthos, meanwhile, was barking at Eddie.

Eddie squawed and flapped his wings and George Michael yelled at him to stop showing off, then he smiled at the little girl.

"Silly bird," pronounced Hoshi.

Porthos finally stopped barked. He went and sat down next to Hoshi, keeping an eye on Eddie.

"Would you like a chocolate banana," he asked, thinking that all kids would like them, right?

Hoshi nodded yes. She was hungry, and the cookies she found in her room hadn't been very filling.

"Would you like one with nuts?" he asked, smiling at her. "What's your name by the way? I'm George Michael."

Nuts? She nodded yes. That sounded good.

"Hoshi," she said tentatively.

George Michael fixed her banana, giving her just a small with nuts. He reached over, handing it to her with plenty of napkins. "Here you go, Hoshi."

A small banana would definitely be more than enough for little Hoshi. "Thank you," she said softly as she took her banana.

Mod away people!

Lookit me almost forgetting OCD. My bad.

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