[center][i][h2][color=#ADD8E6]Back at the Office and Break Room time![/color][/h2][/i][/center]

Hat Trick came skating up the side walk, cross stepping as he comes around the corner, and revealing the three boxes he's carrying red and white. The Iconic colors of Tim Horton's Foods. And the Eternal colors of Canada! Red and White baby!

With a skip and a hop, Hat Trick jumps through the front doors. 

Stomp stomp stomp.

And he poses in the door into the break room, "Behold! I have Donuts, Timbits and coffee! From the simply best Canadian food chain!" He chuckles then sets everything on the break room table, poppping open one of the boxes and grabbing the Maple Cream donut in the corner, then grabbing his double double too. He takes a seat and leans back, sipping his double double, "Okay look...I love Timmys the same way you love a old Ford Pickup that won't start in -35C in the middle of January okay? The kind of truck you need to trudge out too and start by hand because your auto-starter ran out of juice 3 years ago and you just don't ever find the time to replace it." 

He takes a big bite out of his donut. "Emmm see the coffee is just there, and it's been sitting there since opening at 6am, and it will still be sitting there until the pot is empty and a new one needs to be brewed. But this is like a fuckin' elixer bud. And this..." He lifts the maple glazed donut with bavarian creame dangling from the bite, "This is just isn't a confection this is Maple Heritage Foam here. Look at that brown glazing, the sweet smooth texture, this is fuckin' poetry in edible form ya hosers." He takes another huge bite. "You take a bite and for a second or two you're 8 years old, the shinny rink is floating under 2 feet of 5 am cold mist, your mitts are soaked through from the walk up to the rink and someone shouts, 'Heads up it might be hot!' and they don't mean just the coffee and the god damn space heater someone linked up to a genny. Because there right there at the edge of the ice is a Timmy's box, the donuts waiting, and a cardboard container with a plastic carrier for Tim Horton's coffee." 

He scarfs the last of his donut down and takes another snort of his coffee. Seems the team is getting a dose of Canadian Poetry. He snuffles and nods, "See Timmys isn't about Taste, look it's not the best fare, it's not the best coffee. But Tim fuckin' Horton's isn't about Taste and class, it's about surviving a Tuesday on grit, coffee and maple syrup. You take a cup, you put in your cream and your sugar, it's too hot to drink at first but then it's not hot enough and then it's gone. And all you can say is, 'Yeah I guess that'll have to do.' And that will be the most Canadian thing you'll say all fucking day while you dodge the Mounties, and the Cobra Chickens. Emmm...hang on the jam donuts are in this one." He gets up and opens the second of three boxes, and then opens the box of timbits aka donut holes. "Eat, be merry, and tomorrow we do this all over again!"

He cackles gently.

Very Canadian in the moment.

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[center][h2][i][color=#FFE4C4]The One on One[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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Hat Trick took a seat across from James, "Hey there buddy." Yep still had that Canadian twang in his voice after his brief poetry run in the break room. He sits across from James and smiles, the big Canadian still nursing the last of his coffee, "There are still donuts, timbits and coffee in the breakroom, don't forget to go get some." He slurps again.

HE sits there as James goes through his end.

By the end when Tyler is allowed to respond he's hanging his head a little, "You know I find it funny, before the whole First Nations ancient rite and the proto-type cryotech explosion that gave me my powers, I never would have tried to split my work time." He rubs his chin, "I was happy to be PR, touching base with sponsors and making sure the public knew our people." He hums, "I was happy there. But being a hero, helping others out there on the street, being there on the front line. This is...this is pretty incredible too." He nods, "Now as for the team, damn I love this group of jerky fuckers. We've got some incredible personalities and some amazing power sets. Believe it or not from a PR angle, the A team we have in Claremont, is incredible. PR is already considering making me Team As dedicated PR rep." He grins, "I love these guys. And I'm looking forward to more."

He sighs then leans back and looks a little dour.

"Now look...I know I really royal screwed up with the Car Dealership...I...was given that script...and tried to follow it...but I just...look the one thing that's a problem with the First Nations, traditionally we didn't have a word for dishonesty and lying. That script...just screamed wrong! I know I fucked up really royally. I couldn't lie!" He sighs and sips his coffee again, "I tried, is all I can say." He takes a deep breath, "Now what would I do if I was in that same situation? Be true to who and what I am, an honest man, a truthful man. Yes I would still tell the truth, but I'd try and stick better to the script. I can't just deny who I am deep down." 

He looks up at James, "I like to think that gives me a step up somehow."

He nods, "As for balancing things, this is fun! I went to school for this! I graduated 7th in my class in business and public relations. I'm having a blast and hope I can keep doing so. I'm here for the team, that's what I do. PR or as a Hero. I wanna see how Madcap, LG, Feno and others besides turn out in the future. I fully intend to turn the Team A socials into a pinnacle of good vibes and great interaction. I'm here for it. All the way."

If a man could be blindingly optimistic and truthful, right now would be the time.

Hat Trick reaches out, "There more? I wanna see if I can snag another maple donut before the others down them all."