While Michelle and Solonor breeze in and deliver their bits as if they’ve been doing this forever, Jules huddles in the doorway, besieged with doubts:
I’ve never guest-hosted. What if I sit in the wrong chair or spill coffee on someone’s dress? What if I make a bad joke and no one laughs, or even worse, they give me a pity laugh? What if Bread backs me into a corner and pinches me? What if I accidentally introduce Ho-Biscuit as Ho-Wafer and she takes it as an excuse to brawl? What if…wait a minute. I’ve met Ho-Biscuit. We hung out and chatted extensively. She was kind and funny and engaging…by George, I think could take her in a brawl! I can’t sit in the wrong chair because he took the only chair with him, and as for spilling coffee on someone’s dress, well I’ll just insist that the audience arrive naked and drink only room-temperature liquids. Oh, and Bread? I don’t have to say it, do I? I mean you know I’d toast him.
Yep, there’s that pity laugh. Keep ‘em coming. They’re all I’ve got.
