75 Godiva Street, Saturday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot's phone had stopped ringing. That was awesome. On the other hand he felt like he'd gotten thrown around by a carnival ride -- again -- and there seemed to be a weight sitting right on his chest.

Val lapped at his chin. The weight on his chest was his small-for-her-breed-but-now-full-grown puppy.

Alrighty then.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

He was starting to get that idea. But then, he was a genius.

"Yo, waitstaff get paid a pittance to work an' need tips to make up the difference," Hardison said, falling into the natural rhythm of the conversation. "Regular delivery folks who ship mail an' stuff? They make enough they don't need tips."

It was actually that single individual that Hardison had refused to tip, but this had grown so much bigger than the mere reality that had sparked the debate in the first place.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot harrumphed. "You say I don't pay my people a livin' wage?"

Luke's had some of the best paid diner staff in the country. Hell, most people only really had to work there once a week to be doing okay. . . .

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison rolled his eyes. "I'm sayin' that's true for most waitstaff," he said. "Man, don't even expect me to explain the economics of this island. It makes my head hurt." But unable to help himself, he added with a sly smile, "Though if you pay 'em so well, why am I s'posed to tip 'em?"

[vdistinctive]

"Because it's goddamn polite." This was a pretty well worn argument. Eliot didn't even have to put any energy into it. "They're doin' you a service."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Right, cause they're in the service industry," Hardison countered, arguing on autopilot at he went back to finger-combing Eliot's hair. "Does that mean I tip the folks workin' a cash register or in clothin' stores?"

[vdistinctive]

"Are those folks bringin' you your clothes for you while you sit pretty?" Eliot asked.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Only in the high-end boutiques," Hardison said. "The ones who get paid hella more than minimum wage."

[vdistinctive]

"I can guarantee they still ain't makin' anywhere near what their customers do," Eliot said. "They're providing you a personal service. Slippin' 'em extra cash is just bein' nice."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I'd be more inclined to tip 'em if I thought they were bringin' me clothes to be helpful an' not just keepin' an eye on my to make sure I ain't stealin' nothin'," Hardison harrumphed.

[vdistinctive]

"If it makes you feel better, places bring clothes to Sophie when she drags me along with her, too."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Well, yeah, that's Sophie," Hardison pointed out. "She probably starts using NLP the minute she walks into a store. How many times you make her tea before you figured it out?"

[vdistinctive]

"Shut up," Eliot said. "'m tryin' to relax."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison was going to take that as win. "You should try to get some sleep," he suggested, tucking the blanket up to Eliot's chin--and over himself as well. "You need to rest so you can fight this thing off. An' I'll be right here."

[vdistinctive]

"Tha's 'zactly what I been sayin'," Eliot mumbled, already half asleep again. "Y' never listen t'me."