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[Dandy clicks his tongue, the only sign of irritation he's going to give for now, before he's back to lounging and pretending like he's in paradise.]

See, that's the best thing about money. It means you can look like however you wanna look like.

[And right now he's looking like the least graceful thing on the planet as he begins to roll himself out of his little pool and awkwardly wait for his legs to return. This is fine, this is cool.]

But what I meant was that you can stick around in the kitchen longer than I can. Which is what I need, if you haven't noticed most of the staff here's human. Kinda wanna mix it up.

[Thankfully when Dandy's legs do return, they come with pants so the awkwardness ends there. He brushes himself off as he pushes himself back onto his feet and starts heading for the door.]

So how 'bout a tour? You wanna see where you'll be expanding your skills, dontcha?

[standbyrival]

[Sorry Paul is briefly distracted by that. He's seen Mers around of course but he's never really thought about the water vs legs thing. Is this. Is this like a reverse Pokemon evolution?? Changing forms? Yes, exactly, an environmentally enforced evolutionary trigger that is reversible. CLEARLY that is the best explanation and completely scientific and he is never going to try thinking too hard about this again.

He pretends to snap back to attention, even if his face just reads as Angrily Confused.]

--yeah, sure. Kitchen. Do I need to outdo anyone, or what?

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[While Paul stares, Dandy occupies himself by snatching a weirdly placed feather boa that hangs close to the door, draping it over his shoulders as he pulls out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket for literally no reason, they're inside. If he didn't look ridiculous before, he certainly isn't helping now.

Paul's comment gets a good chuckle out of him.]

Not much of a team player, are ya? Whatever, works for me. Anyway, you're gonna have to start the same way everyone else does, at the bottom. But, if you start pulling your weight -- or outdoing the rest of 'em -- you'll earn yourself a promotion. More promotions, more money, baby~

And if you do a real good job, I'll letcha run the whole kitchen.

[Once that explanation is out of the way, he finally starts heading out the door.]

'Course, that goes for everyone, so they'll probably be just as cutthroat for that sweet, sweet manager spot.

[standbyrival]

[dandy why

clearly this must be a test and this guy is like an eccentric gym leader or something

that's paul's logic and he's sticking to it]

Run the kitchen? Hm. That's kind of like managing a team.

Alright then. It's just cooking. The fact that your crew can't handle that as they are now means they're a sorry lot. I'll work my way up and then whip them into shape.

. . .

But should you be wearing that in a restaurant?