Sallie plus other people, in places, doing things.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie is enjoying the quiet of her apartment in the Staff Wing. Quiet makes stuff easier. All sorts of stuff.

Even if Splinter's thought processes after their field trip are still rattling around like dried peas in a can.

The lilac ended up in a bud vase on the kitchen counter, and seeing it makes things better. Not easier. Just better.

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[mnt_mike]

That's the thing about quiet, the moment you start enjoying it is usually the moment that it ends.

knock knock

Like, now, for instance.

[realmrsreynolds]

At least he knocked first?

Yes? May I help you?

She asks while folding laundry.

[mnt_mike]

Totes! As the kids say. I have an idea. You busy?

[realmrsreynolds]

I'm not doing anything that cannot wait. Do I need to come over there, or --

[mnt_mike]

There's a knock at her door.


"Candygram."

[realmrsreynolds]

"That was quick," Sallie retorts, opening the door to let Mike in.

"You look cheerful."

[mnt_mike]

"That's because I've been thinking."

Uh huh.

[realmrsreynolds]

"...And this involves me how exactly?"

Appropriately concerned.

[mnt_mike]

"Because it directly involves you, and it's something that could directly impact how things work around here."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Oh. Bar things. Okay, that's -- that's, of course. Yes."

Sallie sits down on the foot of her bed, gesturing to a foot locker Mike can perch on if he'd so choose.

"What's the news?"

[mnt_mike]

"Well for one, wow does this room look different from this height. It's like...an entirely new room. Weird. Also," he pauses to plop down on the foot locker. "I think we should hire bartenders."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Are you sure? Bar's been asking folk to take random shifts and that seems to be doin' alright, and those people that do get credit to their tabs and the like."

[mnt_mike]

His smile falls to an expression of squished consternation.

"You think? I mean...is that working out okay?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"It might be workin' out more consistently than hiring folk, but we could do half-way and pick up a couple extra people to help out and wrangle volunteers and ad-hoc 'tenders.

"It's not a bad idea."

[mnt_mike]

The grin returns in a much smaller scale.

"It's just, I was talking to this guy the other day and he asked if we were hiring. And I got to thinking about ways we could help people with their tabs, especially seeing as you asked me to look them over yesterday."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Did I actually ask you that, or did I threaten you with that for certain things?"

[mnt_mike]

"Six of one, half a dozen of the other."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Mmhmm.

"Should I start getting together questions for interviews?"

[mnt_mike]

"It might not be a bad idea? But...you raise a good point. Bar's been doing a good job of asking when she needs help, and compensating people when they do. We were talking about tabs and what not for a good part of yesterday after your threat."

Round the bout the time you, Splinter, and Leo were talking.
He's so prim, butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

[realmrsreynolds]

'We' being Bar and Mike.

It doesn't take long for Sallie's curiosity to override her common sense.

"I'm sure you both had a lot of conversation fodder yesterday."

[mnt_mike]

"Well there is a lot to talk about."

He just lets that sit there for a beat.

"But now that the clean up is done, the Loompas are back, it's probably a good idea to get our hands dirty on the nitty gritty."

[realmrsreynolds]

Something in Sallie's jaw tightens.

"I do not appreciate being messed with, Michaelangelo."

[mnt_mike]

"


...

Do you have to go to classes to learn that? Or does that tone just like, naturally occur when you have kids?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"They offer seminars."

[mnt_mike]

"Top of your class, huh?"
Mike winces.

"With the full name and everything. That just...that hurts. Right here," he puts a hand center of his plastron. "Where my heart lives."