She spent the first week in office mostly out of it.
Fionna had expected the sudden influx of appointments and requests for meetings that followed the announcement of the election, but what she hadn't anticipated that each meeting would spawn half a dozen more that had her running quite literally all over the city. In fact, she was starting to think of her calendar as "The Hydra." And her to-do list was quickly becoming the "Son of Hydra." She was adding more to it each morning than she was crossing off at night. Then there was the mail"
She finally pulled someone out of the hallway on the third day, a teenaged boy with blue-green skin who was all angles and joints and at that awkward stage where he was outgrowing himself. He reminded her a little of a grasshopper or a praying mantis with the careful way he walked and then jumped into action anytime someone said "Move!" She'd watched him push the mail cart and make deliveries and he seemed to know absolutely everyone in the building.
"What's your name?" she demanded rather breathlessly, as inspiration struck her.
"N-N-Nadir," his eyes were round as a grasshopper's, too, the way they darted from her hand on his elbow to her face, back and forth.
"Hello, Nadir. My name is Fionna. Listen, I need an assistant, and my assistant is going to need an assistant because you have been delivering a god-awful amount of mail to my office." She didn't mention the stacks that looked like they had been there for more than a few days. "So how would you like a promotion' Assistant Assistant. Sound good?"
"I....uh-uh-uhhhh," he managed.
"Excellent! That's the spirit! Now, you remember Erin Dunbridge, yes?"
He nodded and she beamed at him.
"Doubly excellent. I need you to go and find her, yes" Look at the Red Dragon first. Track her down. Hound her if you have to, but bring her back here to me. Can you do it?"
"I....uh-uh-uhhhh, I?"
"Perfect! We are going to get along just famously!" She released his arm. "Run along and I'll give you a shilling when you get back with the bird. Two if you make it within the hour!" She couldn't resist the literary allusion, not that he possibly recognized it from the look he gave her. "Go on! Hurry!" Fionna shooed him off and from behind, decided he was less like a grasshopper and more like Ichabod Crane, the way his arms were flailing.
And damn. He'd left her more mail.
Fionna had expected the sudden influx of appointments and requests for meetings that followed the announcement of the election, but what she hadn't anticipated that each meeting would spawn half a dozen more that had her running quite literally all over the city. In fact, she was starting to think of her calendar as "The Hydra." And her to-do list was quickly becoming the "Son of Hydra." She was adding more to it each morning than she was crossing off at night. Then there was the mail"
She finally pulled someone out of the hallway on the third day, a teenaged boy with blue-green skin who was all angles and joints and at that awkward stage where he was outgrowing himself. He reminded her a little of a grasshopper or a praying mantis with the careful way he walked and then jumped into action anytime someone said "Move!" She'd watched him push the mail cart and make deliveries and he seemed to know absolutely everyone in the building.
"What's your name?" she demanded rather breathlessly, as inspiration struck her.
"N-N-Nadir," his eyes were round as a grasshopper's, too, the way they darted from her hand on his elbow to her face, back and forth.
"Hello, Nadir. My name is Fionna. Listen, I need an assistant, and my assistant is going to need an assistant because you have been delivering a god-awful amount of mail to my office." She didn't mention the stacks that looked like they had been there for more than a few days. "So how would you like a promotion' Assistant Assistant. Sound good?"
"I....uh-uh-uhhhh," he managed.
"Excellent! That's the spirit! Now, you remember Erin Dunbridge, yes?"
He nodded and she beamed at him.
"Doubly excellent. I need you to go and find her, yes" Look at the Red Dragon first. Track her down. Hound her if you have to, but bring her back here to me. Can you do it?"
"I....uh-uh-uhhhh, I?"
"Perfect! We are going to get along just famously!" She released his arm. "Run along and I'll give you a shilling when you get back with the bird. Two if you make it within the hour!" She couldn't resist the literary allusion, not that he possibly recognized it from the look he gave her. "Go on! Hurry!" Fionna shooed him off and from behind, decided he was less like a grasshopper and more like Ichabod Crane, the way his arms were flailing.
And damn. He'd left her more mail.