Alfred:
"You sure you're gonna be alright?"
Marcy:
"Yeah. I'll be okay. You said today is usually a slow day, right?"
Alfred:
"Exactly. Perfect first day on your own. You remember how the register works right?"
Marcy:
"Yep! And I've got plenty of notes just in case."
Alfred:
"Good. Barely anybody should even come in. So it'll be a cake walk."
Marcy:
"Thanks. I'll make sure that-"
(Violet pops up from behind the counter.)
Violet:
"Marcy you look so cool in your uniform!"
Marcy:
"My uniform?"
"But I'm not wearing..."
"Oh. You mean my nametag?"
Violet:
"Yeah!"
(Violet stretches her little arm as far as she can over the counter, handing Marcy a small glittery teddy bear sticker.)
"Put this on it. It'll make it look even better!"
Marcy:
"Aww. Thanks Violet!"
(Violet beams.)
Alfred:
"Give me a call if anything goes wrong."
Violet:
"Daddy can I stay with Marcy pleaseeeeee?"
Alfred:
"You want to stay here with her?"
Violet:
"Yeah!! She's so cool like a big sister!"
Alfred:
"You've got school sweetheart. Plus. She's busy with the store. Not babysitting you silly."
Violet:
"Alright. Maybe next time!?"
Alfred:
"Hahah...Maybe next time Princess."
Marcy:
"Have fun at school, Violet."
(They leave the store.)
Violet:
"I'm gonna tell all my friends about my big sis Marcy!"
Marcy:
"And then it was me."
"I guess this won't be too bad."
"All I'm doing is keeping myself occupied until someone comes in."
"And Alfred says it's a slow day. So hopefully nobody will even come in."
"Yeah...That'd be great."
(Front door chimes)
Marcy:
(WHAT? IT'S 7:05 IN THE MORNING???)
Marcy:
"H-hello! Welcome to Andrea's. Looking for anything in particular?"
("Did I screw that up? I totally screwed that up didn't I?!)
Customer:
"Uh. Yeah. Do you guys have any cookbooks?"
Marcy:
("Cookbooks? This kid couldn't be older than 15. What would he need a cookbook for?")
"Um. Yes. They're off in the back corner. We've got quite a few, actually."
Customer:
"Thanks."
Marcy:
"I-I'm Marceline, by the way. If you need any help or recommendations let me know."
("Recommendations?? Why would i say that?? It's my first day alone! I don't know that the hell they have?!"
("Maybe he didn't hear me.")
Customer:
"Recommendations?"
Marcy:
("Damnit!")
"Uh. Y-yes. What kinda of cookbook are you looking for?"
("Maybe I can fumble around the digital inventory to find something...")
Customer:
"Um... I'm not sure. Actually. I've never bought a cookbook before."
Marcy:
"Well...What are you using it for...um..."
Customer:
"Oh. I'm Oliver."
"And...It's kind of embarrassing."
Marcy:
"Embarrassing? What could be so embarrassing about a cookbook?"
Oliver:
"Well..."
"Hey! You're a girl! What kind of dishes could a guy make that would impress you?"
Marcy:
("What kind of question is that?! I cook my own meals!")
"I-I'm not quite sure what you're getting at, Oliver."
Oliver:
"There's this girl at school. And I've got a huge crush on her."
"We're in a class together. And I bragged to her about how good a cook I was."
"She totally took the bait...but..."
"I'VE NEVER COOKED A THING IN MY LIFE!"
"I totally messed up!"
"Unless you count microwave pizzas and cup noodles!"
"But nobody thinks those are romantic..."
"Or good..."
Marcy:
("But I love microwave pizza...")
Oliver:
"We're supposed to meet up at the end of the week with a our signature dishes. To show each other."
"This girl is in cooking class..."
"Cooking class!"
"How do I impress that?!"
"My goose is cooked!"
"And probably better than I could ever cook one..."
Marcy:
"Whoa whoa...Slow down."
"So you lied to this girl about who you really are just to impress her?"
Oliver:
"Yeah..."
Marcy:
"And she believed it?"
Oliver:
"Yeah..."
Marcy:
("Damn...I WISH ADULT LOVE WERE THAT SIMPLE.")
"Well... I suppose if a guy were to make me dinner...I'd want something that I like, first of all. I can be a picky eater. Do you know what she likes?"
Oliver:
"No... I probably should've figured that out huh?"
Marcy:
"Probably."
"But I guess if you play it safe you can make something that most people like."
Oliver:
"What would that be?"
Marcy:
"Hmmm. I guess everyone likes pasta."