13:00 at the Cafe
~A Rugged Indoorsman~
The morning, after that relaxing ice bath, was spent as productively as it had always been. While the cafe WAS dead as a dog in the morning, Brent had picked up some basic weeding work for the grounds of the Inn, and was rewarded for that with brunch-time chicken soup. It was nice, knowing that he was a common enough face around Lily Town that people knew exactly what sort of 'currency' to pay him in. After all, one could not eat gold, but they COULD eat food. And soup was even better, because it was both something that is eaten and drunk, making it the ultimate food-thing. Not to mention that you can eat it on the go, simply by putting it into your water bottle or whatever and drinking it. Or you could use it as a dip, and make boring, dry bread into a tasty midnight snack.

Of course, it didn't change the fact that Brent still needed to get enough work done for a large dinner. Winter was flu season, but spring didn't have nearly as much incidents in which the townspeople fell ill, so he wouldn't be able to get any supply demands from Everett. Fishing was boring, and only a last resort, so he'll never do that until he's half-starved. And the bar wasn't even open until later in the evening.

The cafe was going to be busy during lunch time anyways, so there wasn't a smidgen of doubt in Brent's mind as he marched to the Daisy Cafe. He was clean enough for restaurant work, after all, considering he had taken extensive measures to make himself presentable, even after four and a half hours mucking around in the dirt, cursing the nightmarish roots of weeds. With the ringing of a bell signalling his entrance into the cafe, the Jack of All Jobs, and Master of Exploration said with a grin, [b]“Good day, ladies, I'd like to order a job today. For here, of course!”[/b]