“Mm,” was the noncommital reply.
“Just to give me an idea, on a scale of one to ten, how interested are you, in maybe joining the Wards?”
It’s currently sounding like a two or so.
“Ten’s high?”
“Ten’s a lot of interest.”
“Four.”
Eh, higher than I figured.
I suppose he did agree to meeting. If it were a two, he might be vehemently against it.
“Trevor!” Chariot’s mom admonished, “They offer funding, education-“
Ahh, I see. Ashley wants him to join, but he doesn’t particularly care.
“We do,” Kid Win interrupted. If mom pushes, this guy’s only going to get less interested. Shit, a four is low. Maybe if I do the talking… “It’s good money, with room for better money. Especially for a tinker like you or me.”
Smooth introduction of the fact that you can relate to being a tinker.
And yeah, tinkers being well paid makes sense, given how often they produce things that can be used by others, in all parts of the PRT.
“How’s that?”
“The guys in charge want tinkers. They really want tinkers, both because they want us in a position where we won’t be making trouble for them, and because and they want the kind of stuff we can create.”
Makes a ton of sense.
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