"Slade, these buns are delicious." The gorilla squatted on his chair with his cheeks puffed out. While the others were discussing serious matters, this monkey whispered to Deathstroke, "Do you think I could make money if my bar sold buns?"
Deathstroke took another steamer basket from the small food cart beside them and shared it with him and Donna, shaking his head. "Stuffed foods like buns and dumplings are easy to learn but hard to master. Anyone can make them, but getting the seasoning right isn't easy. Besides, if you add another line of business to the bar, Tracy will definitely go on strike. That girl is already run off her feet."
Bobo wilted. He slowly chewed the food in his mouth and took a sip of vinegar. "What can I do if I can't afford to hire anyone?"
"Get some robots to work there?" Donna happily sat beside Deathstroke, eating buns. Her sister and Batwoman were questioning the two knights, and she seized the chance to stick close to her brother-in-law.
The gorilla shook his head hard. He understood technology, and he had considered this long ago. "That won't work. Oblivion Bar serves wizards. You know how many of them treat technology like the plague. If I put a few robots to work today, there won't be any business tomorrow."
Su Ming had an idea. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "Wait until this busy stretch is over. I'll use the Black Lantern Ring to get you some Zombies or skeletons as waiters. They won't need rest, wages, food, or drink."
"That could work. Thanks." At the thought, Bobo's monkey face nearly split with a grin. The dead really were the ideal labor force. Most importantly, they would never complain nonstop after doing a little work