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Twenty-sixth Lotus

Lin? I do not think that you need to add Bell back to the schedule after all. He came back a little sick but now he is running a fever and is not feeling well at all.

Do not worry, Stoneface, I will still be able to work and take care of him too! He is just stubborn. But I do not look like myself. My hair is now yellow. And it stands straight up.

It is very hard to open doors with the gloves, too.

Bastet, when you are free, I would like to talk with you please. In person.

[ooc: Youth is Super Saiyan Vegeta. His outfit also glows in the dark, but he hasn't noticed this yet.]

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Great! I'll be right over. I have a map here and everything.

I uh... heard about the jobs, yeah. I know.

Good! I will be here!

They are very important. That way you do not go hungry, and you have somewhere to live!

[Breeze scribbles a quick "yep." before closing the journal and consulting the map to find Youth's place. It takes him a little while, since he gets a bit distracted by a young lady for a bit. He has a slightly red mark on his cheek by the time he knocks on the door.]

[Youth opens the door and smiles at the guest.]

You are Breeze? Normally I would invite you in but my partner is sick and so I think it is probably best if we stay on the porch outside.

[He gestures at the stoop and then steps inside to grab the plate he'd been putting together. Bringing it, he holds it out to Breeze and steps outside.]

It is spicy. But that is how I cook. I like things to be spicy.

[He nods a little.]

That's fine... If you were busy I could have just come back another time, though. Sick people need their rest.

[He looks a little odd at that, as if he's trying to remember something, but he shakes it off and takes the plate.]

...but thanks, really.

It is all right. I do not mind.

[The look is a familiar one, someone trying to remember something. Youth doesn't comment on it.]

You are welcome! I hope you enjoy it!

[Sitting down, he looks at Breeze.]

So what jobs are you thinking about?

[He had been about to take a bite, but puts it down after he's asked the question, thrown for a bit of a loop.]

...Er... Uh... that's... I don't really have a preference I guess.

[Youth beams before launching into a Speech.]

An occupation is a very important thing! You are then a productive member of society and there is a huge feeling of satisfaction that comes from doing a good job! And also there is no fear of going hungry.

[He blinks in surprise and holds back a chuckle.]

Oh, yeah, I know that. I, um... I just don't like rushing into things.

[Takes a bite of food.]

Besides I just...

[He trails off. Oh dear God that was spicy. It seems to take all his willpower not to spit it out. He continues chewing quickly, trying to get it over with.]

If you find a job that does not fit at first, you are able to find another! Most employers are very flexible.

[He gives Breeze a curious glance.]

You just?

[He swallows and it takes him a moment to recover, face red now, and getting a little teary in the eyes.]

...I just got here. So there's time, you know?

[He looks down at the curry with trepidation - but he was hungry, and this was free. He takes another bite.]

There is time except you are out of money. And you need to eat!

[That was very slow eating, though, for someone who was hungry.]

Are you ill at all?

[He holds up a hand and shakes his head.]

No, no! I'm fine! It's... very good.

[Another bite. He's starting to sweat now, but he didn't want to be rude to his host by possibly insulting his cooking.]

Oh, good! Can I get you anything to drink? I believe we have water and apple juice!

[He enjoys his own cooking, and his son likes it too. Youth figures it's just Bell being picky and that his cooking is fine.]

[YES! PLEASE OH PLEASE YES!]

Water would be nice, but I don't want to impose.

[Youth ducks inside the house, leaving the door open, and fills a glass with water. He takes a moment to peak in to the room and check on Bell, and then he returns to Breeze.]

It is not an imposition at all!

[Unfortunately, Youth has a bit of a one-track mind.]

Do you have any questions about the workplaces? I can try to help! I know some of the people here!

[He is about to reach for the glass of water, but it's a bit too far and he doesn't want to appear rude by grabbing it, so he has to let it go for now. He stares at the glass of water longingly.]

...Er...not really. I mean... I haven't thought about it much.

[Water. Please. Water now. Water.]

[Catching the stare, Youth holds out the glass.]

Oh! Here it is. I am sorry.

[Youth shrugs.]

What do you remember of what you did? Anything? Sometimes there are vague clues and sometimes there are none but we can hope there was something!

[Takes it quickly and drinks... not that it helps. The water spreads the oil of the spice around and he ends up with tears starting to stream down his face. He croaks out his next words.]

...Not really. I don't remember working.

[Seeing the tears, Youth abandons that line of inquiry for the moment.]

What is wrong? Are you all right?

[Then it starts to sink in.]

The food? Is it too spicy for you? Some people are not ready for the spice...

No, no! it's...

[He was about to say "it's fine" but perhaps the spice was getting to him a bit too much to hide any longer.]

...maybe a little.

I am sorry! The rice is meant to help but I think that we have bread!

[Quickly he's dashing back in to find the bread, bringing back a slice and holding it out.]

This is supposed to help if you have trouble with spice.

[This is Breeze, stuffing bread in his mouth not-so-elegantly. He tries to nod a 'thanks.']

[Youth tries to not look discouraged. Between grumpy and sick Bell looking down on him and Breeze not enjoying what he'd made, it's not been a pleasant evening.]

You are welcome. Is there anything else that you need? I should look after Bell.

[He feels bad now, by the tone in Youth's voice, he can tell that his feelings have been hurt a bit. He swallows the bread, which thankfully calmed the burning somewhat.]

...I'm sorry I can't hold my spices, it seems. But I thank you all the same. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you sometime, hmm?

[He hands back the unfinished plate with a nod of thanks.]

Hope your friend feels better.

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