031- [action] Cool, cool lemonade...

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[So, Mindy is trying to save up money for something. But when You're seven, there's not too many options. So here you go, Mayfield. A good old fashioned lemonade stand. She's set up a small table with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses and even made a sign. One glass is 15 cents. There is also a tip jar. And anyone who passes by her house will be

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[It's that little girl who's friends with Pokey. Slugger finds himself gravitating toward the lemonade stand until he rolls to a stop in front of it. He isn't sure why he's been drawn here, but it might have something to do with Pokey being droned again.]

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Hey.

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[Oh, hey. It's Pokey's friend.]

Hi...

Did you want some lemonade?

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[He shrugs, noticing the very colorful handmade sign.]

Okay.

[friendly_ghosts]

[She'll pour him a glass.]

Um.....you know.... I know you're Pokey's friend, but I still don't know your name...

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[Pokey's ...friend. That still sounds really weird. He hopes she doesn't go around telling anyone else.]

People here call me Slugger. What do they call you?

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I'm Mindy. It's nice to meet you.

[Yay, she made a new friend~]

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...Hi.

[Giving her a small wave. Slugger is not used to people this young... or happy.]

Have you seen Pokey today?

[Pokey's drone evaded him this morning before he could bludgeon it and he's been looking for it ever since.]

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[She falls quiet and looks at the floor.]

N-no.... He's still sick....

[Early on, droning was explained to her as an illness. No one has corrected that yet.]

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[Today isn't the day she'll be corrected if only because a crying little girl would surely frighten Slugger away and Pokey, if he ever found out, would likely be mad.

Instead Slugger nods once and takes a sip of the lemonade. It's... very sugary, but this doesn't stop him from taking another, bigger sip.]

Did you make this?

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I did! I made it all by myself.

[Clearly, she is very proud.]

And this time I put in a whole lot of sugar.

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[He can definitely tell but he doesn't look put off, not even when he reaches the bottom of the glass and crunches audibly on some remaining sugar crystals. After that, he'll return the cup.]

Thanks.

[How does I pay for stuff? Slugger doesn't know and will attempt to sneak away if she doesn't say anything.]

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[Nope, sorry. He's not gettin' away with that.]

That'll be fifteen cents.

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[His shoulders instantly droop.]

...What for?

[friendly_ghosts]

The lemonade.

[She helpfully points at the sign.]

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But why? What do want with the money?

[friendly_ghosts]

I'm gonna save it until I have enough to buy a kitten from the pet store!