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Young Entrepreneurs; Monday, Period 6 [ 02/16 ].

Nothing icky or awful seemed to have happened last weekend, so Turtle felt like she was on her game as she rapped her gavel to get the attention of everyone so the meeting could get started.

"Okay," she said, "we're more than halfway through February already and need to get cracking on some business. Anyone can sit around, eating pie and donuts and talking about business, but until you're actually selling something, you're not going to be an entrepreneur. Today, I was hoping we could talk about really wrangling down some firm ideas on what product or service to provide this semester to raise money for the club and ourselves. I know an Fandom Event Emergency Kit was mentioned at one point; there might be something there. Were there any other thoughts? And if we stick with the kits, what would we put in them and how do we make them better than if our consumers just went to the store to get the same things? Because, trust me, I own that store, I know they there's unlikely to be anything in those kits that they can't get there."

There was a pause.

"Unless the kits were filled with duct tape, anyway."

Darn you, elusive duct tape orders!

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Ned, as he was wont to do, had two (http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/eating-well/deep-dish-apple-pie-recipe/index.html) pies (http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ask-aida/double-banana-cream-pie-recipe/index.html) for the club's meeting.

He liked baking the pies, he likes eating the pies. The benefits were twofold.

"Ohmygosh," Turtle was, for a moment, in complete awe, "that apple pie is a thing of pure beauty."

"It's the deep dish one I mentioned," Ned said. "It takes longer to cook but...there's a lot of pie filling in there."

"I don't know," sighed Turtle, "if I could bring myself to destroy such a work of art by eating it."

There was a beat, and then she was suddenly wielding a fork.

"Wait, no. Yes, I can."

"I can always make another one," he said and slid the pie closer to her. "They're fun to make. Challenging. But, have a big piece."

Turtle definitely helped herself to a big piece. Not the biggest, but still a considerable one. "Yuuuuuum," she said, before even trying it yet because even looking at it tasted delicious. "Seriously, Ned, if it wouldn't be mostly you doing all the grunt work, I'd almost even suggest doing pies this semester for the project."

"I don't mind baking and I can always get people to help me if you did want to do that," he said, shrugging. "Pies aren't hard if you follow the recipes and maybe get a little creative."

"See, and that's just the thing, though," Turtle mused around a very large bite of the oh-em-eff-gee delicious pie; pie, apparently, seemed to get the gears in her head going pretty smoothly. "We'd have to be creative. I mean, your pies are clearly the best, Ned, there's no contest, but there are still a gazillion places to get pie around here. We'd have to offer something more."

"Good point," he said and bit his lip in thought. "Toy surprise in the pie? No, I'm kidding. Is there anything we have a lot of around this place?"

"Oh, God," Turtle laughed. "Lawsuit waiting to happen right there. Choking hazard."

"Yeah, pies aren't really cereal or Cracker Jacks," he agreed. "Buy a pie, get a...hmm. Get a hug? Where all these weird ideas coming from?"

"That's just the brainstorming process, Ned," Turtle assured him with a nod and another bite of pie. "You just throw out ideas and hope one of them eventually hits the bulls-eye. It's kind of a shame we missed Valentine's Day; we could have done, like, pie-a-grams or something."

There was a pause.

"We could still do something like that, at the end of the semester, actually. I'd be all about the hug thing if it didn't mean I'd have to hug people."

"Yeah, I'm not a big hugger either," he admitted with a shrug. "Too bad we don't have any famous people around. Buy a pie, get an autographed picture would work."

"Well," Turtle said, her head tilting thoughtfully to the side, "I'll be famous one day."

There was no question about that; it was just a fact, after all.

"I won't," he said and smiled at her. "We could always offer your autograph. Get in and say you knew her when she was still up and coming?"

"Possibly," Turtle said with a nod. "The lawyer in me says that's not such a good idea, because then people might figure out how to forge my name. And you could be famous, Ned. You could be famous for those pies. You're probably famous around here for them."

"I don't know if I wanna be famous but thank you for saying that," he said. "We could offer your legal advice with a pie."

Chuckling and thinking it was kind of cute how Ned might not want to be famous, Turtle couldn't help wonder, "Think that'd go over well?"

"It might," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe it won't be needed here but it might be needed in the future."

"I've had a bit more of a market for economic advice rather than legal advice, actually."

"How intelligent are you?" Ned asked, impressed.

"On a scale of one to ten?" Turtle mused, allowing herself a little bit of mostly joking pomposity. "About a fifteen."

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