@roccoroller
It’s a beautifully sunny day in Inkopolis, but Pansy and Brine are too deeply involved in their conversation to appreciate the weather. They’d wanted to talk over coffee at their usual spot, Manta’s Place, but found it closed. After wandering off to find any other outlet available, they’d become caught up in a serious discussion.
“It’s a very messy situation, I get that, but I don’t see why you have to involve yourself,” says Brine, turning and nodding at the door of the nearest cafe. This seemed like a good enough place to continue their chat, but as they’re engaged in autopilot, they don’t stop to discuss it.
“It’s my case, Brine. It’s the whole reason I lost my job, I can’t leave it alone,” Pansy replies, pushing the door open and gesturing for the younger squid to head in first. “Not that they seem to want my help. Emp doesn’t like me, girl wants to take the brunt, Sabi’s…Sabi.”
“I understand that, but—” Brine steps ahead, joining the small queue inside. “—it’s more trouble than it’s worth. It’s dangerous, and it’s not your job anymore. The last time you did something like this, you got squidnapped! You have Slushie to look after, now—and what would Groa say?”
“Oh, he knows.” Pansy takes a quick glance up at the menu, and then at the cake-case. “Other people’s worries never stopped me before, hon. My worries ‘bout other people are why I do these things in the first place, you get?”
“Yes, but—oh, hello!” The line has moved up, and Brine has to cut the argument short so he can make his order. “I’ll have the house blend, please.”
“Er, same.” Pansy takes out her wallet. “And can I have one of those little cinnamon slices…?”
