Video - UN: lolococo416

[threatenwithcuteness]

*Lola's sitting at a desk? Or maybe a table? It's hard to see details because there's a very definite layer of books covering the surface. They all have covers and titles that hardly seem fun or inviting about business, investing, and... okay one of those books is about nail care but it feels out of place with the rest.*

Do any of you know anything about, like, running a business. How to operate one, contacting vendors? Figuring out how many pounds of tortilla chips you need to buy for a week of regular nachos? I'm trying to get Lola's Cantina open but I really, like.

Dad did all of this stuff, I just had to look cute, wait tables, and occasionally yell at someone in the kitchen to hurry up.

*Of course just because Lola's studying really hard to try to understand something well outside of her ability at the moment, doesn't mean she didn't take the proper time to put her hair and make-up on point before making this video. She's tired, not dead.*

Comments

[threatenwithcuteness]

I'll definitely need more money than I have to start up with. So a loan or an investor. I guess I need to know how much I need before I can figure that out?

*Cuteness is the most dangerous of all tools available. Do not doubt its power.*

[sweetlies]

I could check my finances and see where I stand with my own businesses, if you don't manage to find an investor by the time you open.

Why don't we meet and we'll note down prices to start? And then you can figure out advertising. An investment to cover the cost for a few months would probably be enough to help you start and ensure and steady income.

[He's been told many times that he's cute but he doesn't buy it or use to to his advantage.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

That'd be great. *Which loses some of her trademark energy as her mind drifts back to 'what are you, twelve' at his offer to check his finances and business state.*

That could work, once I find out the numbers it isn't, like, complicated math. Just simple multiplication and stuff?

*Maybe acting more cute would help, then you could weaponize it.*

[sweetlies]

Do let me know if you can't find an investor. I assure you, I'll be fair. [He objects that his age should have any bearing on his abilities to run a business.]

Ah, yes. It would all be basic maths at that point.

[That would be proving Lizzie right though! He has years of denial built up.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

Can do! *Her energy is back, even if you should be way more mature to be doing business stuff. Thinks the nearly eighteen year old with the color changing dayglow hair.*

Basic math I can totally do! You need that all the time to cook.

*But she's like, your fiance or whatever, isn't she naturally always right?*

[sweetlies]

Good. I genuinely hope your business will be a success. [He agrees about the maturity... then again, he opened a toy and candy store before anything else back in England and here.]

Ah- I wouldn't know much about cooking. My servants did all that before I came here. [Undertaker has taught him a bit.

Yes, but he can't give her that so easily!]

[threatenwithcuteness]

Is this a thing where you're from a time girls didn't wear pants and having servants do everything was okay?

*She just wants to be clear. There wasn't any accusation in her voice, although she did sound a little dismissive of the idea.*

[sweetlies]

[He blinks, a little surprised, but slowly nods.]

For the nobility, it's quite normal. And I think I've only ever seen Nina, my tailor, wear trousers. Her opinions of ladies fashion is a bit... extreme though.

[threatenwithcuteness]

I wonder if that's a thing that should be covered, cause it kinda comes up and this place gets super liberal with stuff...

*Not that her experiences with Letha were telling about how much of a culture shock that was.*

At least that explains the whole age thing.

[sweetlies]

What?

[He frowns. That just sounds off to him.]

The nobility doesn't arrange marriages where your from?

[threatenwithcuteness]

We don't have a nobility where I'm from.

[sweetlies]

[Excuse him..?]

What? How could you not have the nobility?

[threatenwithcuteness]

We just... don't? I don't really know what nobility is for anyway.

[sweetlies]

The nobility serves the crown, we oversee lands and estates, and the people living there. I directly serve the queen.

[threatenwithcuteness]

We don't really have anyone serving a crown cause we don't have a queen?

[sweetlies]

Nowhere at all?

[It's hard for him to imagine anywhere without a royal family.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

I mean, in other countries? But even those don't have nobles deciding anything for ordinary people. Arranged marriages are just family things, not something someone who just happens to have the right last name decides.

*Sorry, obsolete now.*

[sweetlies]

[So dryly:] I don't decide the marriages of those living on my estate. I am the Earl of Phantomhive. And Lizzie is the daughter of the leader of the British Knights. Our marriage was decided for us for the sake of the family line and keeping the estate and fortune from being split.

[threatenwithcuteness]

So... you're engaged to be married because of money and a title?

*Guess who doesn't get it!*

[sweetlies]

In part. It also grants me ties to the Order of the British Knights. More so than what I had. So power has a hand it in as well.

[threatenwithcuteness]

So... money, power, and a title.

Are you sure you're not, like, evil?

[sweetlies]

That sounds rather simplistic but, yes, money, power, and a title.

[Wow, Lola...]

That depends on how you define 'evil,' I suppose. My organization is called the Aristocrats of Evil, or Villainous Nobles, but what we do isn't evil, per se. We police England's underground and eliminate threats to the crown or anything else that might distress Her Majesty.

[threatenwithcuteness]

So... you're a bunch of spies.

*That's what he said isn't it?*

[sweetlies]

No, we're not spies. How... ridiculous an idea. No, I'm openly recognized as the Queens Watchdog.

[threatenwithcuteness]

Who finances eateries?

*See now she's just confused, cause if Ciel was a spy it'd just kinda click. Especially with that spy eyepatch.*

[sweetlies]

I have a life and interests beyond my duty. I've managed my own company for years already, I'd hate to see other miss the opportunity.