Wanna Trade Cards?

“How glorious. It seems like a win-win scenario for the both of us. And I suppose Global Studios would stand to benefit as well, wouldn’t they? Goodness, I hope you’ll get your chance to start on it rather than later.”

It was interesting having two individuals tied together to a common purpose for completely different reasons, but both of them thought highly of this potential experiment in film.

“Oh no, don’t get ahead of yourself. One step at a time, as you say.”

“*Sigh* That’s quite all right. But um, it’s Rhoda, not Rhonda.”

(That’s not even the first time someone has confused my name recently. Oh well…)

(Man, she really is nice. I never would have thought I would have made a new friend just like that.)

“Trays-Be-in?”

(Good Lord, could I have mangled that any worse? Guess French isn’t my strong suit.)

“A-ah… yes… She was…”

“Well, all right, I’ll hold you to that, Penny.” he said rather jokingly, following along with her. He kept close as he didn’t really know where she was going.

“Where did you have in mind?” he asked inquistively

“Oh, that’s a surprise. You haven’t met a Ms. Cammy Meele yet?”

“Oh, I don’t know. If you’re trying to make the worst cinematic flop since Thomas Maseau’s The Space, then that sounds delightful.”

“Come now, Lady Nichols, people don’t want to watch the bleary tale of a fallen star. They want valiant heroes of noble justice and vile villains of terrifying tyranny locked abreast in eternal combat! Of course, this hero, being yours truly, will win in the end.”

/Seems Phoenix lived up to my supposed legacy after all… I should treat him to burgers soon…/

When Mia mentioned being gone, Penny decided not to push on it.

“Of course. I was merely making a general statement, and not any sort of indictment against them. If they’ve rid themselves of that producer with ties to the Mafia, then I’m sure they’re perfectly legitimate. I just don’t care to end up like that Jack Hammer fellow, ha ha.”

“Well, see, the women actually did love Larry. He complains about his love life on set a lot, you see? But the thing is…poor Larry can’t find Miss Right. Why, I bet you ask? They either dump him cruelly or are involved in a crime. He’s been through a bit, I think.” She sighs. She sometimes craved attention from men, as any young woman would..but she doubted any of them would see something in her.

“Ah… Well…”

She couldn’t help but feel a bit bad now.

(Shame on you, Rhoda, for being so judgmental without even thinking why he might be that way. A professional wouldn’t do something like that.)

“Well, that’s too bad. I do hope he’ll find someone for her then. I’m just not sure if that’s going to be me. If I were to be active on the, um, dating scene, I’d prefer someone who was a bit more serious and professional.”

“Ah, well, I have been working there for several years now. I’m actually Chief Flight Attendant, you see. But I am only 24, so I’m not what one might call a veteran attendant. To answer your question though, I used to be the only flight attendant for first-class, but um…”

"Ah!" Twenty four. Only..two years or older than Penny, actually. Penny was working on her last year of college, and was lucky she had been bright in high school. She was a journalism major, sure, but she had bigger stars in her eyes...this woman must not have went through the same schooling as Penny. But it was better not to assume.

“Ha, ha, thanks! It’s good to know two people can rock a color like brown.”

Now this was unexpected. It seemed to him that she was practically asking him out. That certainly wasn’t what he planned when he first introduced himself to her, but it wouldn’t be so bad, he thought. Penny seemed like a nice young woman, and it couldn’t hurt to just get a cup of coffee somewhere, would it?

“Uh… sure! Why not? I don’t have to be at work for another few hours. Besides, it’d be nice to get to know you a bit more. But, please, if we’re going to do that, let me pay. I’m no savage, you know.”

Oh! I know that! It’s “The Iron Infant!”

(I’m lucky Miss Maya let me watch all the episodes with her!!)

“A-ah, you think?”

She couldn’t help but blush somewhat at the thought of someone thinking she was as attractive as a model, especially someone who had apparently dated models. Still, hearing that he had flirted in such a way with other women offended her a bit. She thought, perhaps foolishly so, that she was actually special in his eyes. Then again, they had just met, so it was likely just a foolish thought of her’s. She paused for a moment to think about how she really felt about it all.

“Hrmm….”

She settled with just being offended at the thought.

“Hmph. Well, I’m not just another trophy for him to have on his mantle of women. I-I’m a lady! I’m glad I rejected him when I had the chance to do so!”

She realized soon that little outburst was hardly professional or something Penny had any reason to care about.

“A-ah, excuse me, ma’am. That was very unprofessional of me. Please forgive me.”

She tried to calm herself down and focus on the other question she had asked, and thankfully, it was more about her job, which she never shied away from talking about.

“Oh, well, it certainly isn’t what I would define as ‘easy’. It’s similar to your job, in a sense. We flight attendants assist and attend to the general well-being of the passengers and the plane itself. Whether it’s fetching papers for business-men, or just making sure the plane doesn’t crash into the ocean, flight attendants have a wide variety of duties that must be done in order to ensure an optimal flight experience for all of our passengers.”

"Well, see, the women actually did love Larry. He complains about his love life on set a lot, you see? But the thing is...poor Larry can't find Miss Right. Why, I bet you ask? They either dump him cruelly or are involved in a crime. He's been through a bit, I think." She sighs. She sometimes craved attention from men, as any young woman would..but she doubted any of them would see something in her.

Oof….I-I dunno! I…

My…my daddy’s name is Gregory Edgeworth and he’s a defense attorney! Uh…m-my birthday is on March 15th?? Uh…I-I’m allergic to pollen? I’m left handed??

[Miles really was telling the truth, though how could he prove it to her? Since she knew the older version, it would have been a lot easier if the situation was reversed, but asking the child version about the man he’d grow up to be…this was difficult for him.]