"Hey, Isabelle, does this look like a scam?"

Isabelle leaned over to look at Lucina's computer, the two of them sitting together at a table in Smashville's local McDonald's. "What is that?"

"It says that they send you audio files for you to transcribe, and for every hour of audio you transcribe they pay you 15 dollars."

Isabelle took a big chomp out of her burger, speaking out the corner of her mouth as she chewed. "Nah, I wouldn't go for it. They're just looking to scam you with that stuff." Bits of meat fell out of her mouth onto her sweater vest. "You're not even considered an employee, so they don't have to give you worker's rights."

She paused to gulp the burger down, sighing as she cleaned her mouth out with a large Sprite. "I tried signing up for one of those websites when I was just starting out. Different job, but same deal, they told me that if I went around taking pictures of random people's restaurant food they'd pay me back for every 5 or so I collected. Miserable time. People kept on getting in my face and throwing stuff at me when I tried to sneak a pic of their food. By the end everyone knew me as Bean Girl and my family had to move out because we were getting too many death threats."

"Wait, why Bean Girl, specifically?"

"Oh, that's a whole nother thing entirely." She rested her head on one hand, closing her eyes and contemplating. "Didn't even get paid..." she sighed.

The air between the two went silent for a few moments, before Isabelle peeked her eyes open toward's Lucina's plate. "Hey, are you going to eat that?"

Lucina slid the plate over to Isabelle. "I do not care for burger meat."

The front doors suddenly slammed open as Cloud from Final Fantasy did his fancy strut through the McDonald's, stopping politely in front of the cashier. "Hi, I'm Cloud from Final Fantasy. I would like one crunchwrap, please."

"Coming right up, sir," the cashier - a yellow Pikmin - responded.

"Thank you," Cloud said.

"No problem!" the cashier replied back, handing Cloud a hefty bag of McDonald's product.

"You're the best," Cloud gently cradled the bag from the Pikmin's grasp, handing her back 15 dollars, along with a gracious tip.

"Thank you so much!" The Pikmin jumped with glee as she grabbed up all the money.

Isabelle's eyes followed Cloud as he walked back out, McDonald's in his hand. "Damn," Isabelle sipped her Sprite, "pimp."

Sweat dribbled down Lucina's face as she clicked onto the 13th page of Google results, her body starting to go hot and shaky. "Miss Isabelle, I inquire," she wiped her forehead with a napkin, "what website do you use to put the little pride flag circle around your Twitter icon?"

"You have a Twitter?"

Lucina gulped. "I'm making one right now."

"Ah." Isabelle cleaned the grease off her paws. "Well, I wouldn't recommend using any of those sites. They connect to your account and then read all your data and sell it off to third party companies. Seems a bit sketchy to me."

"Oh," Lucina slammed her computer shut. "I see."

Cloud walked right back into the restaurant, stopping in front of the two gals' table. "Hi guys," he calmly but firmly placed his hands onto the table, "I'm Cloud, from Final Fantasy. I hear you were having trouble with your Twitter icon."

"Uhh, yeah, she was," Isabelle pointed her thumb at Lucina, who was kinda trying to avoid eye contact with everyone.

"That's what I thought. Well, you're in luck: I've started offering Twitter icon commissions. For just a price of 15 dollars I will make a custom pride flag icon for you."

"Oh, hey, look at that!" Isabelle elbowed Lucina. "We'll take one, for her, please."

Lucina stammered. "B-"

"Glad to hear it!" Cloud cracked his knuckles. "I will email you the finished product by the end of this hour."

"Thank you, Cloud!" Isabelle waved as Cloud left the McDonald's again, turning back to Lucina. "You see how nice he was? Hey, Lucina, why do you look so grumpy?"

Lucina groaned. "Isabelle, I could've just knocked out an icon myself in Photoshop in like 5 minutes!"

"Photoshop?" Isabelle asked. "But why use Photoshop when you could use The GIMP, the free alternative that-"

"Oh, be quiet." Lucina sulked, her phone giving off a little ping as she got a notification from Cloud. She picked it up, bugging out as she saw the finished product. "SAPIOSEXUAL? That's not even a real thing! Aaaaaaaggggh!"

Lucina kicked over their table, Tamama from Sgt. Frog coming into the restaurant at the same moment. "Hmm," he got in the back of the line and started reading the menu. "I wonder if they have salad here."