"Behold the power of the waking land and the flooding river, the blooming flower and the stirring bee, the frigid mornings and the muggy days, when the clouds choke back the stars and shower their love on the bent grasses that stir yet from sleep." Erin gestures with her free hand and continues to actually answer the question: "Believe it or not, Burger King was after a lot of thought. One big reason is to make others ask the same question you just asked, but hear me out: the location we have picked out will be convenient to the miners and other heavy labor folks, and by being near a trolley station it'll have access to the rest of the town too. That predisposes me towards a fast-food type deal over, say, an Applebee's or a Friday's or a Chili's. Now, speaking of those kinds of places, they have aesthetics that are more comprehensible to Americans but really rely on an Earth context - sports stuff, televisions, all kinds of shit I just can't install. So anything like that? Out."
Okay leaning forward is a bit much for back right now, so Erin presses herself back into this glorious fucking couch. "So that leaves a few options. I dunno about you but I don't think I can get away with a Panda Express, Subway poorly sucks ass and then asks for a tip, pizza places take too long and require delivery. Now, I could do McDonald's, everyone knows the Golden Arches, but word around the place is there's some kind of demon hellclown from fuckville that people here don't like at all and I don't need to give that dude ideas. But Burger King is nearly as famous, people in this world actually have monarchies sometimes, it fills a similar niche, and since it's thought of as the lower-rent version of McDonald's it'll cause the Earthlings even more emotional anguish to see."
As much as he doesn't want to believe it, he does. She's put an infuriatingly large amount of thought into this and he can't find a reason to disagree with her conclusions. He's almost equally as mad about how much she's enjoying the hospitality of his very fine and expensive cushions. Is he really about to go in on a project where he will have to see her repetitively for, how long, weeks? Sigh. No one had better ever accuse him of not trying to build his bridges enough after this.
"Fine. Fine. I'll pitch in. But, I don't know how you expect me to keep Max from trying to plant his flag in this."
"He'll keep his own flag out," Erin answers simply. "Max wanted to open a real bakery. My little brother will be tempted, sure, he'll have a flash of puppy-like eagerness, but after a word from Valdis and maybe seeing the ghastly mask I'ma get built, he'll reconsider. Besides, look on the positive side: you're gonna see a lot of Fever about this. I know I like just lookin' at 'er."
Once again he is annoyed to find he agrees with her assessment. His expression does turn sour at the mention of Valdis's name but he doesn't remark on it. He pulls an altogether less readable face when Fever's name is mentioned, but it's laced with suspicion. How much does she know of his and Fever's dealings together?
"I like conversing with Fever, as well, but I don't have to perform manual labor to do that, do I? You've already procured my commitment; don't make me regret it immediately."
"I'm sure you'll have no cause for regrets," Erin demurs. "Now, any standing questions? Because otherwise we'll meet as seldom as possible and ideally get everything done in a flurry after gently, gradually, buying the needed materials over time."
Beat.
"Actually I have one pertinent question for you, and I promise you the source of this question is the bit where I have no fucking eyeballs: how good is your handwriting and lettering? Someone's gotta do the signage."
He huffs out a resigned sigh and shakes his head again, still in disbelief at himself. "I have excellent penmanship. I'm sure I can handle that part just fine."
"Excellent. Between you and Fever...well." Erin grins. "I promise by the end of this you'll have an appreciation for my sense of humor, great lord. And I imagine that appreciation will be extremely annoying."
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Okay leaning forward is a bit much for back right now, so Erin presses herself back into this glorious fucking couch. "So that leaves a few options. I dunno about you but I don't think I can get away with a Panda Express, Subway poorly sucks ass and then asks for a tip, pizza places take too long and require delivery. Now, I could do McDonald's, everyone knows the Golden Arches, but word around the place is there's some kind of demon hellclown from fuckville that people here don't like at all and I don't need to give that dude ideas. But Burger King is nearly as famous, people in this world actually have monarchies sometimes, it fills a similar niche, and since it's thought of as the lower-rent version of McDonald's it'll cause the Earthlings even more emotional anguish to see."
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"Fine. Fine. I'll pitch in. But, I don't know how you expect me to keep Max from trying to plant his flag in this."
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"I like conversing with Fever, as well, but I don't have to perform manual labor to do that, do I? You've already procured my commitment; don't make me regret it immediately."
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Beat.
"Actually I have one pertinent question for you, and I promise you the source of this question is the bit where I have no fucking eyeballs: how good is your handwriting and lettering? Someone's gotta do the signage."
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Wrap?
Wrap!
Now get out of his house!