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Art looks over at Thistle, and looks again at the Chimerical Bounty flyer.

"That's a LOT of money."

"We should do it?"

Art has been given his "improved" phone... and it does, indeed, now Google.

It also picks up CB radio.

He toys with the settings, startled a bit at a radio squawk but entranced.

"I mean, it's a thought. I wouldn't know where to even start looking. But the monetary award IS rather enticing."

A bit of a sigh, "Finding employment has not proven as easy as I had hoped. The hardware store rejected me, apparently you must be able to carry and lift a certain weight." He lifts his scrawny arms with a frown. "There is not enough snow to offer to shovel for the neighbors, as I remember my brothers doing in years past. They are cutting hours, the clerk at the book store said. I actually came out with less money from that visit."

"What about tutoring?"

"Some of Arty's science knowledge is still in there, I bet."

"It is... but what if it is mixed too much between fact and fiction? I can find the stars, but it's as much the location of Polaris as it is the visit there by the Starship Enterprise."

"Maybe English? Your language is fine."

"Perhaps... do you know someone seeking such? With classes going on break next week, I doubt I could find gainful occupation before Yule."

"I dunno." She frowns.

"Maybe... online? Help with term papers?"

"I would need my own computer." He plays with his phone a bit more. "What does this knob do?"

"Maybe a restaurant? A lot of them are doing carry-out only, though."

"I... oh, I forget. Try it and see?"

He twiddles the shiny brass knob...

"Probably not Al's diner, I don't think he cares for sidhe."

"Not likely. A shame, that. At least at an establishment catered by a fae, I would not have to worry so much about my own glamour. Why do you think he has such a grudge?"

She shrugs. "Might be because sidhe are more important? I can see how that could rub."

He nods. "I wonder if it would salve his pride to have one working for him? Then again, I might not wish for that sort of taskmaster."

"I like Al, but..." She shrugs.

"Maybe the Church St Diner? You could do dishes - don't have to deal with too many people that way."

"Not Checker's, though."

"No? They might provide discounted pizza."

"Church St has good fries?" Oh dear, bright green spirals and pink cheeks!

"I do like fries." He admits. "The ones at Checkers are soggy at best."

"Exactly."

"You could babysit - you're good with Wain."

"I kinda have to be. The lad is easy, he is very sweet mannered. What if I ended up with children to mind who are like my elder brothers?"

"Mmm. At least you'd be bigger than them?"

A small snort. "Not something I can often say, I suppose." Then he realizes, "Do you think that your step-brother needs minding? Or would they give you the task? Frankie is... more than tolerable, he is pleasant."

"Frankie's a good egg."

"I could get out to Watertown..." Thoughtful.

"There's Mega-Mart, but you don't want that..."

"Mega-Mart? No, though Mother shops there. She buys in bulk..."

"I think that place might hurt you - it's kinda chilly, yeah?"

"I stay in the car and help load." He admits. "Not worth the good deals. Maybe if they just need someone to return carts?"

"Grocery store might need that, too?"

"At Mega, I might be able to stay out for hours." A small grin. "The parking lot is twice as large as Grocery Barn's whole footprint."

"True..."

"Pity there's not a library job."

"We're lucky there's still even a Library." A sigh. "I keep checking to see if they're replaced the public computers, but nothing yet."

"Well, you CAN google on the phone now... plus, since it has a real keyboard, that's even nicer than a touchpad!"

"Really?" He flips it open and starts tap tap tapping!

"I have it set up to find wifi, and enhanced the receiver... so you can skim it from lots of places, since you don't have a lot of data."

"I have about as much Data as Season 1 of Star Trek..."

"The original series."

Blink, then - "Ha!"

He grins over at her, pleased that she got the joke!

Art taps away at the phone, taking notes. "Church Street Diner, Cart Attendant, and maybe child attendant. Thanks, Thistle. I'll visit these locations and see if I can't charm my way into employment."