[THE FRONT DESK]

[frontdesk]

[If you dial your room phone, you can get a hold of Nana!

or you might find her at her desk at the lobby if you're lucky...]

Comments

[doggonemad]

Hell yeah!

They're for ya.

[frontdesk]

I didn't give you a task to achieve...

[doggonemad]

Nope. We just felt like it, 'cause ya do a lotta shit 'round here fer us.

[frontdesk]

...

[TRIES TO GIVE HIM THE CUPCAKES BACK]

Oh, no no no, it's okay, you don't need to put that much effort into me, I promise.

[doggonemad]

[ CROSSES HIS ARMS!! ]

Nuh-uh. S'already done! Or are ya gonna make our efforts go to waste, eh?

[frontdesk]

...

[ssssssssighs but she does take them 'n']

Thank you . . . they're very nice really . . .

[doggonemad]

Yeah? Good. Hope ya like 'em. Just wanted ta do a lil' nice thing fer ya.

[frontdesk]

I mean, I'm sure I'll like them, you put in a lot of effort, goodness...

[doggonemad]

You actually give a shit about us. Sooooo we decided ta give a shit about you.

Which means ya better tell me what ya like, otherwise yer just gonna get more random shit in the future.

[frontdesk]

Money.

[doggonemad]

. . .

A woman after my own heart.

[frontdesk]

A-anyhoo, it's fine, I like most things, I guess I like strawberry-flavored things if you want to go simple... but really, I'm fine...

[doggonemad]

You ain't used ta bein' appreciated, are ya?

[frontdesk]

Oh no, I've received appreciation, maybe too much appreciation that hotel job was wild but to me, it's more like ... I like it best when I can help others and make them feel satisfied with whatever they need, that's what I appreciate the most.

[doggonemad]

Huh.

Yer a good egg, Nana-chan. Would it make ya feel better if ya gave me a thing fer doin' this shit? 'Cause I'm gonna do it anyway.

[frontdesk]

If I give you a task, it would take away the meaning of it being a "gift" so I'll just accept it.

[doggonemad]

Perfect. I love how this shit works out.