<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Walle.jpg)</div>Name: Wally Rustman<br/>Occupation: Scrapyard Owner<br/>Time: Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/>Location: Granny's Diner<br/>Tagging: Jazz<br/><hr/><br/>Wally sat at the table in the corner near the window in his own little world.  It was his routine, after all, to savor his breakfast because it was always the most important part of the day.  Besides, Granny's<em>Sunshine Special</em>was easily the best thing that was on the menu.  It was a shame that she didn't serve it except during the mornings as it was basically heaven on a plate.  Then again, if she served it all day every day, he would be rather round, which would make moving around the scrapyard rather difficult.<br/><br/>So deep in his thoughts and so focused he was on his routine, he barely noticed anyone around him as talking faded into a mindless babble before it was tuned out.  Granted, with what looked like half the town in the diner this morning, the tuning out took a little longer than he was used to.  Still, he eventually turned it all into a grey noise as he continued to eat with a small smile on his face.  It was the smile of someone who didn't have a care in the world and was a genuinely happy with everything in his life.<br/><br/>It was because of this careless focus on his eating that he failed to notice every time the door opened and never heard the bell ring even once.  Wally was nearly finished eating about ten minutes later and was reaching for the tall glass of the orange juice when he heard a very familiar voice,<em><strong>"Fine morning to you."</strong></em>He jumped, slightly startled, nearly knocking over the glass, but Wally managed to prevent it from spilling.  He looked up just in time to see Jazz sit down with a small huffing sound as she continued,<em><strong>"If fine if it could indeed be called and if your perception of fine and mine are indeed similar."</strong></em><br/><br/>Wally returned Jazz's grin and nodded,<strong>"I would certainly think so, Jazz, as it is a fine day when I have an interest gift of surprise for you and I."</strong>Wally raised his own eyebrow when Jazz asked if the blonde woman he noticed earlier had delivered the scrap.  His other eyebrow raised in surprise when she told him that the clock had been fixed.  Now that was unexpected because Wally had often offered to fix the clock on an almost weekly basis, but something always came up:  Sorting the usual shipment of scrap, haggling over some of his scrap sculptures, tea dates with Jazz, and many, many other things.  Somehow, he was slightly saddened that someone who wasn't him had repaired the clock, but he was happy that it had been done nonetheless.<br/><br/>Despite the inner turmoil, Wally managed to laugh at Jazz's comment before speaking through the last bite of his pancake,<strong>"No doubt they will.  I'm happy to hear that the clock was repaired, but I don't think I understand what you meant about that new girl delivering the scrap.  I mean, look at her!  Not a single smudge of rust or grease on her.  No, it was some large guy who came up to the yard last night.  Luckily, I was out there putting the final touches on that dinosaur.  I let him in and he left about 1000lbs of scrap before going off.  He didn't even stay long enough to sign the paper.  I think he just wanted to get rid of it all."</strong><br/><br/>Wally shrugged as he continued, downing the last of the orange juice,<strong>"Anyway, that's why I asked you to come meet me here.  I took just one look at the scrap he dropped off and knew I hit a goldmine of wonderful trinkets, interesting items, and valuable, at least to us, scrap.  As promised, you'll get the first pick.  After that, we can pick out the goodies from the pile like we usually do during the usual deliveries."</strong>He gave her a wry, toothy grin,<strong>"So, what do you say?"</strong>