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WHO: Shirley and Hank
WHERE: The Pie Hole
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Hank swings by the Pie Hole to discuss baked goods with Shirley.
FORMAT: Quick to start, but whatever afterwards!

[Business is slow today, and after completing all of the needed tasks for the day in the morning, Shirley is currently wiping up the kitchen for the second time that day. There's no danger in being too hygienic!

She's having a hard time focusing though, as wiping up anything is not her idea of workplace fun. At this point, she's watching the door like a hawk for a customer to enter so she can do something that doesn't involve damp cloths.]

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Oh, yes! Just take that one. We have plenty of others.

[She sways around the counter into the kitchen area, preparing some boxes for him.]

And may I just add that it is a pleasure doing business with you!

[He takes out his wallet in preparation.] Once I get into these babies, I expect the pleasure will all be mine!

Oh, thank you! It's just nice that someone appreciates my baking, that's all. And especially someone as talented as you!

[She starts walking around the kitchen to find the appropriate food, glad to be doing some busywork.]

Do you work at the school then?

[He puts a hand to his heart and bows slightly. If he could blush through all that blue...]

Well, we foodies ought to stick together! I think mutual appreciation of the other's work is the least we can do.

But, ah, that's something of a yes and no. I was in something of a transitional period for a few months, but I'm regaining my equilibrium now. And while I may no longer be headmaster, it's still my name on the deed.

[Shirley nods as she carries on her work.]

But you still own the school! That's very impressive. And it hasn't even burned down yet!

[He winces and knocks on the counter.] Knock on wood, of course. We've...well, had a few people who've tried.

Oh, that's awful. I think schools are, um, very important for helping future generations.

Do you have any security guards?

I would by no means disagree! Of course, I'm somewhat biased in that respect, but I think preparing the younger generation for the wider culture around them is vital to our society's continuance.

We don't so much have guards as our regular faculty is equipped to protect the students and property. We...have some experiences with these matters.

I just don't understand why anyone would attack a school. Then again, there's a lot more, um, general villainy around here.

Yes, Lachesis has never been as selective as we might hope she would be.

I still don't understand her criteria. I mean, I'm really not much help in fighting or being a hero. I just bake!

I'm honestly beginning to question whether she has any legitimate criteria to begin with!

Well. There are a lot of teenagers.

To be fair, I've known a great deal of teenaged heroes in my time. Started out as one myself, actually.

Was it something radioactive?

Well, my father was a nuclear engineer before he had to retire, but no. Not for the most part.

[He twiddles his fingers.] The hands and feet were always about this size. Everything else...came later, and was mostly my own fault!

Everybody makes mistakes! But, um, I suppose this one would be a very large one.

About six hundred pounds worth, at a guess. [He straightens his lapels and preens.]

Though, frankly, I knew what the result would be, the real mistake was not properly minding my time window. That was years back, though. Nothing left to do now but move on with my more cobalt-colored life.

Oh, you like more five hundred and fifty at most!

[She's nearly finished packing up the goods, and begins to sellotape the boxes shut.]

You always have to move on from these problems, anyway. It's good that you keep positive! And that you find clothes that fit.

I think, once you've passed a certain number, a higher weight becomes almost more impressive than any kind of shame you might otherwise have inspired from it.

I do need to have my clothes custom-tailored, but at least I save money on shoes!

[Seeing how close she is to being finished, he reaches for his wallet.] Now, how much do I owe you?

In total, it should be $35!

[She brings out all the boxes and puts them on the counter.]

[He digs out a couple twenties to take care of the bill, then takes up the boxes and wonders how the pies would fair if he tried juggling them.]

That should cover it. And I hope your day will only be lovelier as it continues!

[She takes the money quickly, slotting it away.]

Thank you! Please, um, come again!

[He moves backwards to the door, but offers a bow as he does.]

Oh, I'm sure you'll see me in a few days! Nice place like this, how could I stay away?

I'll be sure to reserve a seat!

[She curtseys as best as she can. Not very well.]

Goodbye!

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