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Panel 1 – Mr. Stacy Ericson arrives at the Gutter Maids shop to pick up Layla to go on a date He finds Paul standing behind a reception desk.
Stacy: Hey, how's it going? Is Layla ready? She told me to meet her here after six.
Paul: Ah, Mr. Ericson. Are you sure you can handle Layla? She's a lot of woman, you know.
Stacy: I'm not a client, tonight, Paul. Call me Stacy.
Paul: Okay.
Stacy: Layla mentioned the machine you guys have. I'm assuming she won't be thirty feet tall today.
Paul: True. That green thing over to the right in the corner is called 'The Booth' by the maids.
Paul: I was just ribbing you a bit. Some guys get all weird at the thought of hooking up with woman so big, so powerful. Did you know the maids train for months to make sure they don't accidentally squish someone?
Stacy: Is that something that happens, um, frequently?
Paul: Far too many maids quit because of the guilt that traumatizes them after accidentally injuring someone or, God forbid, a pet.
Paul: But, yeah. I was kidding. Layla won't tower over you wherever you're taking her tonight. Oh, here she comes now.
Panel 2 - Layla is carried to the reception counter in Gabe’s hand as she’s only a foot tall. Stacy leans in to get a good look at her. We don’t see Gabe’s face.
Stacy: Ha, ha. Oh, Paul. You got me good.
Paul: See? She's unlikely to tower over you unless Gabe lifts her over your head.
Layla: Thanks for the lift, Gabe.
Gabe: No problem, Miss Layla. You treat this little lady well, Mr. Ericson.
Layla: Don't start with that little lady stuff. Hi, Stacy, lend me a hand to get down.
Gabe: I wasn't planning to lift her over my head, Mr. Paul. Good night. Have a good evening, Miss Layla.
Paul: Does Gabe like you?
Layla: I think he does, Paul. Gabe is so shy.
Layla: But you, Stacy. You clean up nice.
Stacy: Thanks. I assume there's a convoluted reason why you're so much smaller than me and why you couldn't go into that booth over there and become normal sized.
Layla: I don't know that it's convoluted.
Layla: We also clean interiors. Someone has to combat the hordes of dust bunnies lurking in places that are only hard to reach for normal-sized maids.
Stacy: I had no idea you were a warrior gutter maiden.
Layla: Warrior Maiden? I like that. As for staying small, activating the booth is expensive. I have three more short shifts this week, and while they give us monthly credits to use the machine for free, after they're used, we have to pay out of pocket. All because people were using the booth recreationally, I heard.
Stacy: Ha, I suppose 'short shifts' refers to your height not the length of the shifts.
Layla: Correct. I figured you'd be cool with it. This is only a mild inconvenience, right? We'll find a way to make it work. And if not, it should make for a funny story to tell some day.
Stacy: I'm game. We'll just go out and have a run-of-the-mill bowling date.
Layla: I love that I can't tell if you're joking.