When Given Lemons
Ferb poured into the paper cup Phineas handed to him and gave the beverage to the overweight anonymous passerby in front.
"Have a nice day!" waved Phineas, while refilling the pitcher. Fat guy out, peace. Line shifted up a few inches, lemonade cycle began again.
"Hey, Ferb." A greeting came from behind.
The brothers both turned around and saw a gothic clad teen longing against the tree behind their stand. Cycle broke. Ferb accidently handed the next customer an empty cup.
"Uh, hi", supplied Phineas, still cheery if a bit confused, "Who're you?"
"Just friend," The girl replying nonchalantly straightening herself and taking in their set up, "So…Lemonade."
"Yeah, you know there's a line," Phineas pointed out nonplussed.
"Yeah," she looked over the miles and miles of line stretching several blocks around Danville leading to the very popular new lemonade stand, "Lines don't really do it for me."
"So," She flicked a quarter from her thumb deftly into the collection box by Ferb, "Can I have a cup?"
"Yeah, ok," Phineas said agreeably. Phineas took a paper cup from the stack, Ferb poured, and Phineas handed, "Enjoy!"
She took a sip.
"Not bad, is it homemade?"
"In a manner of speaking."
Ferb glanced over his shoulder at the backyard as his brother supplied the ambiguous answer and the girl followed his gaze to see the enormous robotic contraption huffing and puffing through the process of squeezing lemon juice and dumping suger into a huge vat of sunshiny liquid.
"Nice," she allowed, raising an eyebrow, but not particularly impressed,"Later."
She left to Off Camera, with her nearly full cup of lemonade, brown hair trailing a bit behind her casual gait.
"Wonder who that was," Phineas thought aloud idly, "Ferb?"
Ferb couldn't answer just now. He was busy, watching the spot Off Camera where the girl had left and listening to odd music playing in his head. He was brought back to Danville soon enough, by a slurring nasal toned voice.
"Hey, that kid gave me an empty cup!"