Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff had been feeling a bit nostalgic today, which is why when he came into work, he artfully rearranged the fruit bowl.

"Here's to River," he said, as he lovingly put the two apples in place. If he had anything more ceremonial to add, however, the fact that Nana took that moment to tackle him knocked it straight out of him.

"NANA!"

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
breast
apples
banana

[ and the arms hotel is open ]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

As might be expected, Turtle came into the hotel with a bag of sandwiches, although her typical greeting got cut a little short. Or, rather, it switched rather quickly from a greeting to something more of a verbal facepalm.

"Je-...eff, why is breast one of the specials?"

And then Turtle wondered: why did she ask?

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"It was supposed to be breast apples!" Jeff protested from the desk, where he was dealing with the swollen ankle Nana had just caused him. "Or chicken breast with apples. I don't know, Gunther told me and I forgot."

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"That kind of seems like the sort of thing you might want to specify," Turtle suggested.

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"There was an incident," Jeff continued, fluidly, and rather seriously, "With a banana. Sorry about that."

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Turtle thought, for about a second, about asking, but then firmly decided against it. Instead, she just held out the sandwich bags. "I brought lunch!" she announced.

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"Excellent!" Jeff announced, both towards the change of subject and the offer of lunch, and reached out to grab the bags. "...I hope there's no fruit on these." He'd about had it with fruit today.

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"Nope, just sandwiches," Turtle assured him. "There isn't even tomato on them, so we're safe from fruit!"

Tomatoes were gross. And Turtle was pretty sure they were fruit.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff's fingers scrambled to get the bag open and remove the sandwiches. He examined one closely, found that there was no fruit, and took a bite. Still no fruit. As it had passed the test, he put it aside.

"So," he said, "We should start franchising this week!"

A beat.

"Packages, I mean. Making them! Not franchising-- in the other way."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

That first part had Turtle's face instantly red, as well as a little bit confused; you couldn't very well start something that had already been started, and then Jeff met it with a clarification, and she was still blushing, but at least it made sense now.

"Yeah, you think?" she asked, tilting her head a little as her blushing brow furrowed in thought.

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"It'd be a good start," he said, more than grateful that his scrambling had actually worked in his benefit this time. "I could even test-run it 'cos I'm, er-- you know." That thing he didn't want to talk about.

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"How are you going to test run it if you're he--"

And then Turtle stopped, blinked, retraced back through some things.

"...Oh. You mean...?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to go home for a bit after, er." Still not going to say the word. "So I might as well set up a branch, right? While I'm in university and everything."

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"Well," Turtle said with a faint sort of smile, "there's still a lot of time before then, so I guess when it comes around to that, everything should be pretty polished and good to go."

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"...Exactly," Jeff said, nodding so hard his head might come off if he kept doing it. "So franchise packages, er, first. And I'll be studying economics," hopefully, "So it'll be like-- a school project. Of a sort."

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"Maybe you could even convince your professors to give you credit for it," Turtle offered, gaining a little bit more of a grin as she leaned forward on the desk.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"And it might put Turtle & Canary on the map in 1991." It would be 1991, right? He wasn't completely sure and he hadn't thought about it in a while. "You know, franchise-wise." Jeff leaned straight on back towards her.

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"I think that's an excellent idea," Turtle said with a grin, tilting her head at Jeff fondly. "How about we set aside Friday for it? We can order in some Chinese and make Chad watch Nana so we can have the whole room to work?"

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"Chad does enjoy watching Nana," Jeff mused, "And she'll be quiet for at least a week afterwards. I've got all my classes on Monday, so I've got a lot of time. For fruit. And franchising."

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Turtle nodded, smiling at him again. "Good. Friday's best for me; we can do it before radio and I have to work Saturday, so, see? It'll be like a date."

A Turtle/Jeff date, which was, of course, perfect, but only for them. That made it even better.

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"Excellent," Jeff repeated again, and gave her both thumbs up. "A whole day of franchising!"

He then pushed over to get a quick kiss out of the ordeal. Well, he was hoping nothing would go wrong with the fruit again while he was doing it. That'd be just his luck today.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

So far, so good, where Turtle was leaning in to kiss him back. Of course, she didn't have a single thought of worry about fruits going through her head at all.