[ Um, Emil was pretty sure there was supposed to be a prize involved in all this, but then they shoved him around and shouted some words past his head and pressed a clipboard and some notes to his chest, and he sits down with Reynir and feels like he's in a dream with how jarring that sudden transition was. ]
Hey, I'm Emil and you're here to--
[ What job interview? They kept mentioning something but why is he conducting this interview, he has zero qualifications to... ]
...make ice cream, I guess?
[ What? How is he supposed to interview anyone on that? Emil's never worked at an ice cream shop! He doesn't know what questions to ask, so as he flips through the papers looking for something relevant, he nervously tries: ]
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Hey, I'm Emil and you're here to--
[ What job interview? They kept mentioning something but why is he conducting this interview, he has zero qualifications to... ]
...make ice cream, I guess?
[ What? How is he supposed to interview anyone on that? Emil's never worked at an ice cream shop! He doesn't know what questions to ask, so as he flips through the papers looking for something relevant, he nervously tries: ]
What's your... favorite flavor?