Job-hunting

<Parrots>
Cubie was still walking on the surface of the water when she
reached the door to Parrots, so she actually had to duck to get in.
Behind her, Zack was sloshing through the knee-deep water. "Hey
Cubie! Wait up!"
He paused, spotting a small gift-wrapped package floating on the
water. It had a tag with 'Zack' hastily scrawled on it. Zack picked
it up and unwrapped it. Inside was what looked like a very
complicated inkpen. Next to it was a note.
-----
Zack,
Sorry you decided to stay on the Blue Dwarf, old chum. I rather
liked your style.
Well, actually it was your sales skills.
No. Hmmm. Ah! I liked your enthusiasm! Never before have I
met someone so lacking in talent, but overflowing in effort. Someday
you'll make a good . . . whatever you eventually get good at. This
is a little gift to help you toward that goal. Try not to
disassemble anything that's still in motion. Or under high current.
Or not actually yours to tamper with.
Best wishes,
Stewie
-----
Zack pocketed the device and hurried to catch up to Cubie.
Cubie looked around. The bar was apparently none the worse for
wear, despite eighteen inches of water everywhere. Apparently the
barkeep was used to these sorts of occurences, and kept the
perishables on a high shelf. She spotted Owen and smiled. "Hey, you
hiring? I'm quite the accountant."
Zack splashed through the door with a hopeful smile. "I'll bail
for minimum wage."
<Well, Owen? Care to help the Richards find gainful employment?>
~Zack & Cubie~
~Applicants - Ordinaire~