Private What are Friends For?

Phones were something of a mystery to Ida. They were one of the weird magical objects of this world that were supposedly not magic at all. She couldn't even begin to understand how they worked, yet she wanted one. Everybody else seemed to have one and they could do all sorts of crazy things. It really wasn't fair. But anytime she asked anyone if she could have one, they'd refuse. The only way she could get one was by buying it, but then she didn't have any money.

However, on this fateful day, Ida had finally gotten her grubby paws on one of those beautiful devices. Though it wasn't actually her's. She was lent a phone from one of the people living where she was. They were tired of her complaints and had reluctantly lent their phone off, telling Ida to earn money through this app. All the had to do was accept orders and deliver food from point A to point B. It was simple enough, but there was a catch. She wasn't actually allowed to have any of the food she was delivering. her payment was completely through this app and apparently she would get in trouble if she ate any amount of the food. Even if it was a fry that the person wouldn't notice.

Before long, she had an order, a pizza to an apartment building somewhere. Finding the pizza place was easy enough and getting the pizza was pretty easy too. Then came the hard part, the apartment building. It took her a real long time to find it and she needed to ask for directions more than once, but a few minutes after both the pizza and Ida could officially be declared cold, she got to the place.

It was fancy. She hadn't honestly been in more than one other apartment building before, but this one was clearly the better of the two. Without even noticing the elevator, Ida had started climbing stairs until she got to the right floor, then followed the numbers along until she was at the right door. At long last, she gave the door a knock.

@Goblin

When the door opened, Ida recognized the person inside. The giant dog demon from the horrible night in the community center. Of all the people who were there, this was the one lady that wasn't a jerk. Not that Ida knew of at least.

And her theory seemed to hold. Ida was expecting some kind of a scolding for taking so long, but they didn't seem too angry with her at all. She was still going to get money and to make matters better, she invited her to come inside. "Sure." She didn't really know what a tip was but assumed it was another name for an envelope of money or something like that.

The mention of her warming up caused Ida to raise a brow. Was that what this was about, she was doing this because Ida looked cold? If that was the case, then Ida was going to be very cold. She set the pizza down, wrapped her arms around herself and hammed it up. All the while, she began to look around the room.

This place was... really nice. Fancier than anything she'd ever seen. This girl must've been absolutely loaded.

Ida stared at the bill for a moment, the shivering act kinda getting dropped while she processed the fifty dollar tip. Was that what tipping was? Giving way more money than necessary. And where was this America place? that dumb portal guy had clearly sent her to the wrong island.

She took the bill, examining it. She'd never touched such a high bill before, she felt powerful and rich. "Awesome." A quiet but sinister giggle escaped her before she shoved it into her pocket and looked back at Imogen again. She was allowed to eat some of the pizza too?

"Oh? Don't mind if I do." She rubbed her hands together, then walked on over to the pizza and grabbed a slice. As quickly as she had it in her hand, she had stuffed as much of the slice as she could in her mouth and started chewing. A bit cold, but still good. With her mouth still partially full, she spoke. "So are you like crazy rich or something?"

When Imogen got up and headed to the fridge, Ida’s mind immediately went to getting herself a drink. Her eyes followed the larger demon and when she got to the fridge, Ida planned to ask. However, before she could, it seemed that Imogen had grabbed two drinks.

Ida just watched with a blank expression as Imo came back and tossed the cola her way. She caught it and examined it for a moment before turning the cap and opening the bottle of dark bubbly liquid. She’d never had cola before, so she sniffed it a bit and took a small sip before really starting to drink. It was good actually.

Imogen kind of reminded her of Elodie. The way she just gave her things and how she treated her.

Then there was the talk about money. The juicy stuff. Being part of a band, even a popular one, didn’t come across to Ida as being a particularly high paying job. And it wasn’t where she was from, but she figured that perhaps that was different in this world. It must’ve been, seeing as how Imogen was able to give fifty dollar bills as tips.

“So you got crazy rich just from working in a band? Sounds like I’m doing it wrong then. Being in a band is way easier than running around delivering people’s food. Out there... Alone... In the cold...” Ida sniffled, but it was about as fake as one could get.

Ida stares at the tv as soon as it was turned on. She still wore a look of fascination when she saw the people moving inside the thin box without any use of magic. She only turned away from it when Imogen spoke again.

More to it than she thought? What could that even mean? Wasn’t becoming a band just a matter of picking up some instruments. How could someone spend their whole life just doing that? As per the usual, Ida was doing a poor job of empathizing. At the very least, she wasn’t being rude on purpose.

“Eight figure range? What’s that supposed to mean?” She spoke with her mouth full of pizza, taking one last gulp and swallowing the last bit immediately after. “I take it that’s a lot?”

With how rich Imogen was, Ida had more or less ditched her original strategy of running pizzas around to make money. If she played her cards right, this y’all demon lady could be a much faster route.

“So if you’re on hiatus, you must be pretty bored huh?”