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"Haaa!" Ignoring Cassie's sour loser face of moments before (what could Robin say, some people just weren't graceful in defeat -- especially to a winner as awesome as her!), Robin was engrossed instantly in the page offered. Perhaps Robin was feeling slightly regretful for her gloating earlier, because she did take a moment to let Cassie know, "Good find!" before pouring over the page.

There were cheaply-made, ineffectual defenses of all kinds being sold on this page, and all of them at ridiculous prices. Robin would bet damn near anything that that SenshiBGone was nothing but snakeoil, and she was damned sure you'd be better off wearing cardboard to those thin metal sheets they were calling armor. Still - the page proved, there was a market. And more to the point, it was a market that would be incredibly easy to dominate.

"Give me a Senshi Taser over this crap anyday," Robin declared at last with a giggle. "God! You know that people are actually buying it, too. I bet at least three people in this room are wearing those Senshi Warding Pendants right now." Mirthfully, she shook her head. Consumers were unbelievable! "Anybody could do better than this, they just gotta try a little. Good news for your whistle business!"

Robin wondered, briefly, what half of a whistle business would add up to. How much did one sell the whistles for - five, ten dollars? They probably cost a buck apiece. So for every ten whistles sold, that'd be... uh... ten minus one, so nine, something minus nine, divided by two....

Lots of money, she decided, unaware that somewhere, there was a math teacher at Meadowview crying himself into a stupor.

"Sure, I'm in!" Robin knocked a fist into the palm of her other hand, grinning brightly. "I know how to run stuff -" websites, investigations, and pranks - half of which wound up abandoned anyway - but how much harder could a business be? "- so I bet between the two of us, we can do it! I mean, unlike all of this crap," she gestured to the page of useless merchandise, "whistles could actually help somebody. So yeah, let's do it!"

"Catch a Senshi? Pffft, I doubt it!" Robin disagreed, though she had a sort of wishful gleam in her eye. It would be cool if their whistles led to the capture of a Senshi... but Robin was willing to bet that, even if you did catch one, they would just phase out or teleport away or squirt a cloud of ink or something. It would take more than a whistle to catch one of them....

They should try, though. Sometime. After they'd done more study.

In the meantime, whistles were the subject of the day. To Cassie's suggestion, Robin bobbed her head in agreement, saying, "Definitely the school! That's perfect!" There was no need to name which school they were discussing. Meadowview - the bastion of the sane and the needy - was the only reasonable choice to set up business. If they tried to sell at Hillworth, their entire stock would disappear the second they blinked, along with any money in their wallets - trying to sell their product at Crystal Academy, with the cute little lanyards but no designer labels, they'd get laughed right off the planet.

Pulling the croissant in front of her, Robin tore it into two halves. She picked one half up, but didn't take a bite yet - she was thinking. "We can put flyers up all over, and get it announced on the P.A." Meaning, Robin might sneak into the office and announce it herself - but Cassie didn't seem like she needed to be bothered with those pesky details. Grinning, she suggested, "I bet you that if we give Mr. Gordon one, all the drama club kids will buy one...."

Haaah, they would, too. Robin knew it, and totally delighted in the knowledge. And the drama kids, you know - one of them was bound to get on TV. And they would go on air and talk about how their life was saved by a Senshi whistle, and then everyone would want to buy one. This was going to work perfectly! By the time this was over, the both Caught up in a surge of sudden enthusiasm, Robin shoved the plate with the remaining croissant half over to her new partner-in-crime and rose suddenly from her chair, lifting up her pastry piece in salute. "I PROPOSE A TOAST! To fame and fortune!"

After eating their respective croissants, the girls had a short amount of time in which to continue making their business plans - which, at this point, consisted of largely what they were going to spend their money on, what they would do if the US government tried to steal their secrets, and where they would take vacation after making their first million (also, who would stand where in the picture they were sure to get on the cover of Young Entrepreneurs Magazine.) After a few minutes, though, a buzzing in Robin's pocket distracted her - it was the alarm she'd started upon walking into the building. She'd forgotten all about it!

Glancing up from her phone, she absorbed the scene around her. Patrons seemed to be shuffling out just as quickly as they could pay their bills; there were newspapers scattered everywhere on the table, an eyesore that dominated the room's visual landscape. Employees seemed to be conferring to one another in ugly voices, sparing dark glances for the two oblivious girls at the table.

This, Robin decided, was sufficient to constitute chaos. Score one more for her!

"I gotta get going," she decided then, standing from her chair. "But look - I'll get those YouTube links together for you and pass them to you in class, okay? And we can talk more about our business then!"