Beer Developer Patrice

You found interesting to see how Patrice looks angry and brightened up all of a sudden, so you came over to ask her what has happened.

"Oh! Here is the thing. I originally wanted to make a fortune with my newly crafted beverage during this Oktoberfest. This Peach Summer Brew is my masterpiece! Just smell its fragance ..." Patrice grabbed a cup filled with the liquid and asked you to smell it.

"It actually smells quite nice", you thought.

"Wait! I got too far off topic! The thing is that I had stacked all the barrels here, but the next day they were gone. What I saw instead was a bunch of Woozy Kung-fu Jelly Rabbits. They must have drunk them all!" Patrice rubbed her chin, pensive.

"But I've just come up with a great solution. I can attract the Woozy Kung-fu Jelly Rabbits (205, 209) with Peach Summer Brew, catch them and put them into the Barrels of Summer Peach Brew (209, 225). Then I'll squeeze the brew out."

"It's almost time for the delivery! %n%Do you have time to help me get them back?"

"I've gotta check in on the shipments, like, yesterday." Patrice gets to work.

"The drunk Jelly Rabbit stuff can be your action item, OK? With your intuitive skillset for coordinating synergies we'll definitely actualize emergent deliverables!"

He's a pro at business jargon, at least.

"Look at this guy here... are you really blushing?" Patrice grins and winks.

You tell Patrice that an ale that strong must taste amazing.

"Ahh, got a taste for ale, eh? Tell you what, you scratch my back... ...I'll give you beer! My good homemade ale, too."

"Took long enough, but you beat the deadline. This is shipment 001. The delivery list says the Summer Peach Beer Packs go to Ilya's General Store Owner, Loren (417, 127), Four Seas Trade Council Merchant Ruman (256, 100), and Creative Travelling Merchant Brianna (179, 195)."

"Hmm... Brianna... Brianna... ...kind of ringing a bell. ...not totally sure though, sorry. No big deal though, right? Haha." Patrice gets back to packing beers.

"Man! Drunk Jelly Rabbit never gets old, does it?" Taking another chug, Patrice's gears start turning.

"Wait! I'm sensing dynamically allocated market potentialities!"

Business-speak is whole a different language, you think. A dumb one.

"Finally, you're back! Everything's delivered?"

You told Patrice you were Mr. Mission Possible! You show Patrice Brianna's letter.

"Hmm? "Is this for me?" How long ago was this written? Seriously, it's musty. You sure this isn't for someone else? Like someone dead?"

You tell Patrice it's definitely from an admirer near, but you don't give away who it is.

"You're not pranking me, right? Haha... Let's put a pin in it for now." Patrice put the letter in his backpack.

"Now, you don't think I forgot your payment, do you? Drum roll... Boom! It's my homemade stock!" Patrice opens the bottle and passes it over.

Even a whiff of it packs a punch! It's like it smashes right up your nose and into your brain... no wonder the drunk Jelly Rabbit makes so much!

"Yesterday I thought I saw a former friend from a long time ago, but it's been so much time I wasn't completely sure it was him, so I didn't go say hi. I know he has blue eyes but he was wearing a hat with protective goggles." Patrice thought and talked while rubbing her chin.

"Sounds like Bennet," you thought.

You told Patrice that you saw him, too.

"Really? Recently I have been busy preparing products and had no time for meeting him. If you see him, please send him my best regards, and tell him I'd love him to come over for a drink when he has time. Haha!" Patrice said gallantly.

"Bennet will definitely jump with joy when he hears this," you thought.

"Do you have time? A friend heard that Patrice's Pure Beer and Gelatine Jelly have become quite popular recently, so I want to bring him some as souvenirs. However, I don't have any stock anymore. Would you please help me to get some? I only need 20 of each."

"That old pal of mine? You know how it is, you go past these villages and there's always somebody fighting with somebody. I usually just ignore it. But something didn't look right. I've seen a lot of bullies. I've fought a lot of bullies. I've beaten a lot of bullies. I hate bullies. These guys were bullying a lady. So I tuned 'em up." Patrice makes it sound so easy. That guy!

"I walked with her a little for safety. We chatted a bit. We became buds. Haven't seen her since."

You ask Patrice if he knows her name.

"Huh? Her name? It was Mel... No wait, Suuu... Faaaaaa... Llllllllll... I got nothing." Patrice smiles in embarrassment.

"Thanks so much! My friend will be so happy."

"I can't believe how popular my ale is. I've got to get market capitalization on ale co-locationals!" Patrice walks away with his stuff, muttering more business-speak.