So that we're all on the same page, I've chosen to make Zenny a "move the decimal point" conversion of dollars. For example, 1000 Zenny equates to $10 USD.

-Legends-

Megaman let out an exhausted sigh as he sank into the living room couch. Today had been exactly as difficult as he'd anticipated, and he'd worked some muscles he didn't even know he had. Data had managed to make a pizza (with Roll's help) while he'd been working, so the monkey set a plate with two slices onto the table. Megaman gave the monkey a thankful headpat while grabbing a slice. "Thanks, Data."

"Ee-eek!" The monkey smiled, then sat down next to Megaman on the sofa.

Roll came out of her room and peeked in. "Welcome back! You look tired, Megaman."

"I'm completely whooped," he answered limply. "I've been moving super heavy stuff all day. The good news is that I'm done sorting the containers into groups, so tomorrow will only be the truck loading until it's all gone."

What he didn't tell her was that Suede had been maybe the most absentee boss he'd ever heard of, only poking his head in every hour or so to make sure he hadn't broken anything before disappearing to do who-knows-what in his office. The nameless driver never did a thing besides opening and closing the truck bed, refusing to even speak to him after that first load.

Roll thankfully couldn't read his mind. "Good, I just hope the next job you get isn't so strenuous."

"Me, too." He stretched in-between bites of cheesy goodness, feeling a satisfying pop in his back. "But enough about mine, how was your first day?"

"It was good." She sat down, smiling at him over Data's head. "Got three jobs done today, and the third one was so funny. The husband answered and said 'oh, you must be here to fix the stove!' Then his wife shouted from the back room, 'No, I think she's the carpet cleaner we asked for!' I wasn't sure how to tell them that I was there for the boiler…"

Megaman happily listened to her recount her day, glad that at least one of them had a good experience. Once he was done eating he took a bath and made sure to go to bed early, especially since he just knew he'd be even more sore tomorrow and didn't want a lack of sleep to cause him problems.

The next day, since he was already done with getting the remaining material straightened out, he grabbed a chair and sat near the stacks of tubs in-between truck loads. Suede didn't comment on it, which he was grateful for, but he discovered a new problem: boredom. There was nothing for him to do or even look at while he waited, and the last thing he wanted to do was bother his employer for a newspaper and get on his bad side. All Megaman could do was count the minutes between loading times with his mental clock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick…

It was some time after three in the afternoon when the final loading happened. With just a few containers to put on, Megaman was ever so gentle as he finished the work and the driver closed the hatch. Hearing the word "Hold" from Suede's office, the hatch was opened once more as they waited for the suited man to walk out. Suede was carrying a small clear case with papers in it and a small fabric bag. Now that Megaman had a chance to observe him, he noted that the purple suit looked pretty nice; the older man had clearly spent quite a hefty sum on his attire.

Suede met his eyes and held the fabric bag up slightly while he approached. "This is your payment. Step outside that garage door while I lock this place up."

Obeying, Megaman stood outside of the building while Suede put the case in the truck bed. With a bang, the garage closed for the final time behind them all while Suede sat in the passenger seat and leaned out of the window, holding his payment. How much was in there, anyways?

Suddenly, Suede threw the bag at him with all the force his right arm could muster, and Megaman had to lean back while he caught it to avoid being smacked in the face. "Hey!"

SCREEEEECH!

The rubber on all four tires burned hot as the truck rushed off, leaving Megaman sputtering from the smell of the exhaust. In a mere moment it was gone, the sound of the roaring engine as it whipped around a corner vanishing quickly. Why in the world had they been so rude and taken off like that?!

Unless… "Oh no."

Pulling at the opening of the bag, Megaman felt horror sink in as the top layer of its contents revealed trash: paper receipts, a plastic cup, lint. Sticking his finger in to move stuff around showed the glimmer of refractor shards, so he crouched near the wall of the now abandoned warehouse and dumped the entire bag. To any onlookers he would've looked like a madman, rapidly sorting trash from the pile as he counted up the value of the world's smallest accepted forms of shards that made up his payment.

260 Zenny.

A bag filled with 260 Zenny in shards and literal trash; that was his payment for nearly two full days of work. In an uncharacteristic display of anger he kicked the trash pile that had formed, but refrained from doing an actual damage to his surroundings as he knew better than to lash out for real. All he could do was release a wordless shout to the sky, frustrated from having allowed himself to be tricked.

For lack of anything better to do, he put the shards back into the bag and shoved it into his pocket. There was a part of him that wanted to go back to the Flutter and see his family, but another part just wanted some alone time. He settled for an aimless walk, his feet carrying him back to the residential half of the island headed towards nowhere in particular. The afternoon sun was bearing down on his head fairly hard, so when he happened upon a bench to sit on he did so, taking stock of his surroundings.

He found himself in small park; there was a kid's sandbox to his left, some type of notice board a little past that, and a bunch of dogs being walked by their owners. Megaman felt oddly soothed looking around, so he chose to get comfortable where he sat and leaned back. A jogger wearing some headphones passed by after a few minutes, giving him a casual wave as he continued on his route. Megaman returned the gesture, but stopped with his hand in the air when he saw a strangely familiar sight.

"Hey, aren't those two…?" In front of him were the two little yellow-and-blue robots he'd helped the day before. One was carrying a stack of papers while the other had some type of stapler. They paid him no mind as they went past the sandbox and right up to the notice board. In a routine that was clearly well-practiced, the one with the stapler grabbed a sheet of paper, jumped onto the other's shoulders, put the paper to the board and pressed down hard. With an visible thump the paper was pinned to the board and the two robots separated, happily proceeding to their next stop.

Out of curiosity, Megaman got up and examined the paper they set. It seemed to be a copy of a handwritten letter, but the original handwriting wasn't exactly great; if someone told him a child had made it, he'd believe them. It took him a few moments to be able to interpret the writing.

Hiring!

A large family is looking to hire a cooking tutor. Your job will be to instruct the learners in particular recipes and/or techniques.

Paid after each meal.

If interested, visit this address. Bring this notice with you.

Reaching into his pocket, a quick check of the map he had confirmed that the address on the notice was on the same road (and most likely, the very same building) that he had walked the two robots to the other day. If he was to be perfectly honest with himself, he wasn't sure how he felt about immediately going job hunting after the last one was such rip-off. Still, he didn't particularly want to return to the Flutter with a measly 260 Zenny in hand and no other prospects for making money.

Nodding resolutely to himself, he ripped the notice off of the board.

-Legend-

Teisel was in a fairly good mood. Most days were good days when you were a Bonne, of course, but even he felt excited by the prospect of new foods in their menu. Tron's suggestion had caught him by surprise, but he could see where she was coming from; their options had gotten a bit stale, so the idea of change was a welcome one.

Additionally, some scouting from the Servbots had confirmed the status of the Riverside Bank's security inside and out, and honestly it felt like this next job was going to be as easy as they come. Two on-foot police officers would be practically nothing in the face of their mechs, particularly the ever trustworthy Gustaff. Soon, Jekyll Island would regret being so lazy with their own protection!

It was 4:50 PM when one of the Servbots knocked on the door of what had become his office in their warehouse. "Boss! We have somebody here for the cooking job!"

"Excellent, I'll be right there. Lead him to the little living room." Even Teisel hadn't expected results that quickly; truly, this island must have wannabe chefs by the dozen! The warehouse's meeting-room-turned-living-room wasn't the most professional spot for a job interview, he knew, but you worked with what you had. They'd been lucky to find an unused warehouse with a built-in kitchen in the first place, so they weren't about to be picky with their buildings.

Teisel walked slowly through the hallway, drawing himself up to look tall as he opened the door. Seated on a wooden chair was a boy with brown hair and wearing blue armor, and at first glance he looked to be Tron's age. The mystery boy stiffened as he entered, but Teisel ignored it as nerves. If he was going to get his money's worth, he'd have to be at least polite to the new hire. "Hello, little Blue Boy. I've heard that you're here to apply to be our personal tutor."

"Yes sir," came the firm response. "My name is Megaman. I saw the job notice and decided to come as soon as I could since the paper didn't list a day or time."

"It didn't?" Huh. "Can I see the copy you brought with you?"

Megaman obliged, and Teisel flinched just a smidgen as he reviewed the Servbots' work. Sloppy writing, no date/time… he had a feeling that wouldn't bode well for more people showing up. He grabbed another chair and sat opposite Blue Boy, a few feet away. "Well, thank you for coming. Would you mind answering a few questions as a little interview?"

"Of course."

Good, the boy was eager. "First, what kind of cooking experience do you have?"

"I've learned how to cook for my family ever since I was little. I'm not a professional, but I'm confident that I can at least teach some basic tricks and tips."

"Next, would you prefer to teach at lunch or dinner times?"

"I can do either, sir, I should probably just know ahead of time so I can tell my family what I'm doing."

"Flexible, good. And last, are you comfortable teaching, say, young kids?"

"I am. Is it the little guys who showed me in that I'm teaching?"

"It is. Those little guys are called Servbots." Teisel grinned a little as he anticipated the tutor's next reaction. "There's a total of forty-one of them, but you won't be teaching all of them at once."

Fulfilling Teisel's secret wish, Megaman's eyes went wide at that information. "Forty-one?! Wow, that's… cool and weird to think about. Who made them?"

"My sister Tron, actually. She considers them all her children, so don't think you can get away with treating them poorly." That was their job, anyways.

"Of course not," Megaman answered firmly. "While we're talking about it, how many will I be tutoring at once, sir?"

"Probably six or seven hand-picked Servbots. When you come for the first lesson we'll have the answer to that, on top of an inventory of our food." Teisel tilted his head back for a moment in thought. "It's too late to do anything today, so how about you come back here tomorrow at ten AM?"

"Yes sir, gladly." Blue Boy seemed a little nervous now, but continued speaking. "Sir, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Um, how much will I be making per tutoring session?"

Ah, so much for keeping the pay discussion under the radar. Something in Megaman's posture told Teisel that there was a hidden story, but he wasn't about to be the one to ask about it. "Let's see… someone will be supervising you, so as long as you don't burn a lot of food or waste our time, let's say 2000 Zenny each lesson. How does that sound?"

Megaman gave a sigh of relief, and Teisel was secretly happy that the boy would accept a bit less than the 'normal' prices he'd researched. "That sounds great, Mister…"

He blinked. "I'm sorry sir, I don't think you told me your name."

"My mistake, then." Teisel stood up and offered his right hand. "My name is Teisel. I look forward to working with you, little boy."

"Thank you, Mister Teisel." Megaman returned the handshake as he rose. Teisel offered to see him out (to avoid the boy exploring their building), and bid him farewell at the front door. He'd initially wanted to string Megaman along about the job, but seeing the job notice dashed his hopes about anybody else on the island taking it seriously.

"Well, let's just make the most of Blue Boy while we have him." Teisel nodded to himself as he thought about it. "We can at least rope him into doing some other chores, I bet. Just so long as we keep him distracted from remembering that he's only supposed to be a tutor."

Satisfied with his plan, he went back into the warehouse to begin hiding the robbery plans solely in his office; it wouldn't do for Blue Boy to tip off the police, after all!