Poi 01: Afternoon

[fivemilesdeep]

[The video in the kitchen car turns on, showing Ryo holding up a tray of freshly baked muffins - half poppyseed and half chocolate chip, from the looks of it - and wearing a smile a bit more mischievous than usual.]

I don't know how many people have looked at the shop today, but we can now vote on improvements to the train. I had six votes, and I'd imagine most people have about that many.

I also have freshly baked muffins, and I'd like to offer a trade: if you vote to add scaffolding in the garden car, I'll give you a muffin, as long as I still have them available. If we get enough votes for scaffolding and you still want a muffin, voting for protein and dairy or for meat will also count. I'll be in the kitchen for a little while if you want to come talk to me.

[Yes, he is happily bribing the train to get what he wants. No, he has no shame - at least, not over this.]

Also, Thanatos, can you come see me when you get a minute? No rush.

[There's a poppyseed muffin set aside for Thanatos. Ryo takes care of his friends.]

Comments

[blitzcheer]

But what if I can't handle the muffin and I voted on scaffolding? Don't I get a test taste?

[ Ryo! ]

[fivemilesdeep]

Tidus, if you can't handle a muffin, I don't know how to help you.

[blitzcheer]

Giving up on me before I even get to try

[ A deep, deep sigh from the chest. Tidus folds his arms, shakes his head. ]

That's cruel, Ryo.

[fivemilesdeep]

[He just shrugs.]

I told you how you could get a muffin. The rest is up to you.

[blitzcheer]

Can't bargain with a guy who won't bite. [ He shrugs back, but then chuckles into his next words. ]

I wanna see what there is again anyway. There's a few good things on there.

[fivemilesdeep]

[He shrugs again, though there's a bit of a grin to it. He'd give Tidus a muffin if he asked in person, but over the ICPs he has to keep to the rules he'd set - if other people knew there was a loophole, there's a chance they wouldn't follow them either.]

There are, though I think it'll be a while before we can manage them all. Let me know what you decide.

[blitzcheer]

Sure, sure. Good luck with your scaffolding, Muffin Man!

[ He gives him a playful (lazy) salute. ]

[fivemilesdeep]

Thank you! Good luck with whatever you choose.

[Popcorn, evidently.]