open to all;

[swordboning]

Who: Archer swordboning and YOU. (Maybe Athena too)
When: December 15th and on
Where: Right here where you need him. At least in the streets.
What: Golden Archers is sadly open. Come get your top tier food of choice.
Rating/Warning: Nah.


[Archer was fully cringing at the emblem Athena made and the fact that it was pasted on his apron. Well, inwardly at least. Athena got to have her way with the things went around here since she was the one who put in the money and most of the work. That meant her lame idea of what was great ended up plastering almost anything that had the surface for it.

But for a food stall, there was a serious lack of menu. Archer, though, intentionally wanted that. Restricting himself would only be admitting that he couldn't make things that people wanted outside of said menu. Obviously, there were some restrictions because supplies of some things were exceedingly rare or impossible to find. Which meant that rich people places had to be visited for that. But here were reasonable prices for fresh cooked food.]

Before you ask, there's no menu. So just tell me what you want.

[Customer service needed a little bit of work, however. And no, Saber, you weren't getting any free food.]

Comments

[carptricks]

[omg she looks so distraught. HE LAUGHS]

Don't take it so hard! Besides, you should be happy. I ordered some takoyaki from this guy.

[jerks a thumb towards Archer]

[psycholawgy]

[ YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE WORST... ]

Huh, you did?

[carptricks]

Sure I did. What's the point in coming to a food stall and not ordering any food?

[psycholawgy]

Tell that to the people who were just "window shopping".

[ She does the air quotes, too. ]

[carptricks]

How the heck do you-- you can't window shop when you go out to eat, c'mon.

[he even does the air quotes too]

[psycholawgy]

There's just a lot of rude people here!

[carptricks]

[thoughtful hum]

You've got the cook, and you've got the owner. What you need is some good advertisement.

Posters, newspaper ads, someone standing in front of your shop wearing a mascot costume. . .

[psycholawgy]

It's just a food stall... it's not a big restaurant or anything.

[carptricks]

Food stalls usually serve the best meals! Or. . . at least they did back home.

[look he's paying archer a compliment]

[psycholawgy]

Really?

There's a food stall back home that sells noodles—just noodles. It's so hot and salty, but my boss treats us to it all the time.

[ ... because they make him do it. ]

[carptricks]

S'that so?

[he grins a bit]

There's a super enthusiastic guy here who makes a pretty good bowl of noodles.

. . . his customer service could use a bit of work, though.

[poor rock lee]

[psycholawgy]

Are they super salty?

[ Because then she could just buy a bowl of noodles and give it to Phoenix as a Christmas gift. ]

[carptricks]

Nope.

But I'd make the claim that they're the best noodles in the city.

[kaito they're the ONLY noodles you've had in the city]

[psycholawgy]

I somehow think that you should have ordered noodles from Archer.

[carptricks]

But I wasn't in the mood for ramen. Takoyaki will be just fine.

[speaking of that guy--]

Why is his face superimposed on an attorney's badge?

[psycholawgy]

Because this is a collaborative project. Isn't it clever?!

[carptricks]

[eeeeeeeeeeeeeh]

I think it's a little weird. Memorable, but weird. I s'pose memorable is the important part.

[psycholawgy]

I hope that's memorable in a good way!

[carptricks]

He almost looks like he has a golden halo hanging around his head.

[squinting at the emblem some more and sob, that is not an answer kaito]

[psycholawgy]

[ ... well, that comment isn't so bad. ]

I like it!

[carptricks]

Of course you do. You came up with it.

How's it feel to own an entire food cart?

[psycholawgy]

I don't own it.

[ She pulls out the permit from her pocket and shows it to Kaito. The paper reads that the stall is owned by Archer Dynamite. ]

It's Archer's! I didn't know his last name, so I made one up.

[carptricks]

. . . [Archer Dynamite]

Why Dynamite? And he told me you were the owner.

[psycholawgy]

It sounds cool, doesn't it?

[ And once she feels that Kaito's gotten a good enough look, she folds the paper back and puts it in her pocket again. ]

He doesn't know I put the stall under his name yet. I'll tell him later.

[carptricks]

It sounds. . . explosive.

[get it. dynamite. explosions]

And you're one sneaky and devious attorney, aren't you?