not to be confused with my brother - Mr. Beast

"Mr. Beet." Mirabelle spoke firmly, frowning. "C'mon, look at me. Ya know I'd never laugh."

"Oh yeah? What if I told you I secretly wanted to be a clown? You're sayin' you'd never even laugh at me! My clown career is over before it even started!"

Despite her previous promise, Mirabelle had to laugh. "Mr. Beet! You're bein' impossible!" She used her invisible hands to shake his invisible shoulders. "C'moooon. Tell me."

Finnegan sighed. He looked away, a far-off look in his eyes. "I just... always wanted to be... the first underwater astronaut."

"Mr. Beet." Mirabelle spoke firmly, frowning. "C'mon, look at me. Ya know I'd never laugh."

"Oh yeah? What if I told you I secretly wanted to be a clown? You're sayin' you'd never even laugh at me! My clown career is over before it even started!"

Mirabelle took pause. "Ya really think so, Mr. Beet?" She, admittedly, fluttered her eyelashes at him.

His purple coloration hid his blush, but he looked away quickly in his flustered state. “Yeah. I… I really think so.” He coughed and quickly said, “Anyway, what’re you so worried about being fancy for, anyway?”

"Well, that's awful sweet of you." Mirabelle smiled softly, before lighting up. "Oh! Ya know, the whole... trying to be a singer thing. That situation? I just, dunno, figured it'd be good if I fancied up my image a bit."

“Your image is fine. You see pop stars these days? They can get away with wearing anything and it’s just their ‘brand’. I mean, hell, that Taylor Grape doesn’t even have a stylist from what I hear.”

This caused Mirabelle to gasp. "Taylor Grape doesn't have a stylist?! Someone should tell Peter Pepperazzi or Gossip Gourd or something, right? That's huge celebrity gossip!" She spoke enthusiastically, even though the 'gossip' was quite mundane.

“I… I think they maybe knew already. But I’ll… I’ll give them a call. Have you uh, met anyone in the music industry? Outside of your immediate family?”

Mirabelle took pause. "Ya really think so, Mr. Beet?" She, admittedly, fluttered her eyelashes at him.

His purple coloration hid his blush, but he looked away quickly in his flustered state. “Yeah. I… I really think so.” He coughed and quickly said, “Anyway, what’re you so worried about being fancy for, anyway?”

"Well, that's awful sweet of you." Mirabelle smiled softly, before lighting up. "Oh! Ya know, the whole... trying to be a singer thing. That situation? I just, dunno, figured it'd be good if I fancied up my image a bit."

“Your image is fine. You see pop stars these days? They can get away with wearing anything and it’s just their ‘brand’. I mean, hell, that Taylor Grape doesn’t even have a stylist from what I hear.”

Mirabelle took pause. "Ya really think so, Mr. Beet?" She, admittedly, fluttered her eyelashes at him.

His purple coloration hid his blush, but he looked away quickly in his flustered state. “Yeah. I… I really think so.” He coughed and quickly said, “Anyway, what’re you so worried about being fancy for, anyway?”

"It ain't us you gotta worry bout." Katrina's eyes narrow. "You're just real lucky Mirabelle's so forgiving. That sickening sympathy she has for mankind has covered your ass more times than you know."

"So you're mad at me now? You think I haven't tried my hardest for Mirabelle? Hell, even for your guys' sake! But the plumbing is shot, the electricity goes out at every turn, we can't get WiFi out here, and the entire third floor of the hotel is haunted... this place is nothing but a money pit!''

She sighs. "I was just tryin' to tell ya I care for ya, whether you wanna hear it or not." She looks almost longingly at Mr. Beet. "I don't necessarily need ya to show affection but could you...I don't know, not be such a pompous dick about accepting mine?"

"Uh..." Jerry stalled, as Mariah tried to remember if he's in that one or not "My brother's the bellboy."

"Oh," Mr. Beet said with faint disgust. "Right. I see the resemblance." He did not, aside from them both being Gourds. "So like, you want a job as a favor to your brother? Because there's no paid for or provided lunches."

"Oh! I have a job. And money. I'm here for the dinner show!"

“Oh, right we have a show now. Sorry, I completely—” his voice changed from polite apologetic to sharp again quickly, “it’s 8am! The dinner show isn’t until 6:30pm! Why are you here early?”

"2 hang"

“Then wait until 6:30pm for dinner! Don’t just come up behind me telling me you’re hungry! And you better have paid your way in. Your brother’s going to be fired if he tried to sneak you in for free.”

"Uh..." Jerry stalled, as Mariah tried to remember if he's in that one or not "My brother's the bellboy."

"Oh," Mr. Beet said with faint disgust. "Right. I see the resemblance." He did not, aside from them both being Gourds. "So like, you want a job as a favor to your brother? Because there's no paid for or provided lunches."

"Oh! I have a job. And money. I'm here for the dinner show!"

“Oh, right we have a show now. Sorry, I completely—” his voice changed from polite apologetic to sharp again quickly, “it’s 8am! The dinner show isn’t until 6:30pm! Why are you here early?”

"Uh..." Jerry stalled, as Mariah tried to remember if he's in that one or not "My brother's the bellboy."

"Oh," Mr. Beet said with faint disgust. "Right. I see the resemblance." He did not, aside from them both being Gourds. "So like, you want a job as a favor to your brother? Because there's no paid for or provided lunches."