"Hi!" Cue a small, rehearsed looking wave. "I Am Emmet." He started his pitch the way he preferred to start most if not all of his conversations. "Recently, Ingo and I have been reaching out to local businesses about possible collaborations." He was doing his best to sound professional, but he still seemed a bit too excitable. "I was wondering if your organization would be interested in setting up a small shop inside the station! That way, I- I mean, our passengers- could conveniently pick up their food on their way to their desired stop, without having to take a detour or wait to have it delivered! I think it would be a rrreally lucrative business opportunity!" | @wrongtrain
There was a shift, minute, in their posture as Emmet began his pitch. their eyes slowly darkened, head tilting slightly. Impossible to see was the slithering in Ellis's mind as attention of all five of the Board focused on the conductor. There was no missing the selfish aspect of the one half of whole's request and yet- Ellis's own annoyance at the thought was inconsequential. The subway, the path to the garden of victory and it's flaming champion, was irresistible. Ellis's voice was halting, their own, but with alien intent.
"I think that would be doable, but you understand that we don't make food, we just deliver it. If they wish to make a transaction while on the train, we can have it waiting for their inevitable failure. However, if you would like your delivery while you're on duty, we would need to work out a way to get it to you, unless you demand our deliverers battle through the train."