A few days later. . .
During the last bit of Thursday, I made a special menu for fall season. On Friday I sent to print the flyers with the special menu, and Saturday, I sent Wyatt and the twins to sent out the flyers to everyone.
"Fall Season = Pumpkin Season.
The Spice Delight reastaurant is fortunate to announce the upcoming new limited items that will be available ONLY on October. Yes.You are reading this correctly, ONLY during October.
The sides/snacks:
— pumpkin spice bread. Only 2 coppers per slice on the restaurant or 5 coppers per mini loaf at the bakery.
— Pumpkin crisps. Oven cooked. The variety is: salty, sweet or mixed. 10 coppers for a side plate or a snack pack, or 15 coppers for a family sized plate or bag.
Special dishes:
— Creamy mini pumpkin soup. Served in a empty mini pumpkin only for 10 coppers per pumpkin.
— Pumpkin spice stew. Vegetarian stew with pumpkin, potatoes, and spices. 10 coppers per plate.
— Meat and pumpkin spiced pie. Pie made of pumpkin puree and smoked meat (you choose whether pork or beef, or choose both for 5 more coppers). 5 coppers per slice or 20 coppers per the whole pie.
Special drinks:
— For adults: Pumpkin Ale. 8 eight coppers per drink.
— For children and families: Pumpkin milk. You get to choose between cow and goat milk. 3 coppers per cup.
Sweets:
— mini pumpkin and pecan pies. 8 coppers per pie. Or 5 pies per 20 coppers.
— Pumpkin spiced cookies. 1 copper per cookie or 10 coppers per dozen (12 cookies in total)."
At the end of Saturday, each kid had finished each one of each batch of fifteen flyers. So I payed them fifteen coppers each. Plus two family sized pumpkin crisps bags to enjoy at home (and for them to give me their verdict).
'By the way mam, Mrs. Ironhide and mom had agreed to talk to you about nursing the babies next week. And thank you for the crisps.' Wyatt let me know thanking me for the snacks as he ran home with the twins.
'Thank you Wyatt. And remember to share them with your siblings and parents!' I told them as I watched them ran home. Once they were gone I returned home as well.
I then started to work on the design of a bigger bell. A bigger bell that might and will have to wait for spring and summer, but hopefully it would work. First the design of it, then, the design to where I would put it, and then ask for the experts' advice.
. . .
Monday came and the restaurant opened again. Despite the nights becoming longer, I still made the bell ring at six in the morning, making everyone wake up. Although I am seriously considering change the timing up to seven in the morning of it becomes too dark at six eventually.
Thankfully, I put in the bell schedules that the bell sounds when the sun is up and up to everyone to follow their schedules as solicited.
The good news is, as soon as we opened again, the cleaners and I made decorations out of the mini pumpkins across the restaurant. Both outside and inside.
As for the chefs and assistants, after introducing the new staff (the Rosewood siblings) we started the production of the new limited edition items in bulk because there were about THREE THOUSAND mini pumpkins in the warehouse. And counting.
As for the rest of the farmers, I put Ivy in charge of supervising the staff, and as far as she had told me, everything is going smoothly, especially since the rain has started to come by as a sign for harvest season. They are following orders and keeping up the pace despite being almost too late to harvest.
As for Ivy, I asked her to stop the production of mini pumpkins and just recolect whatever is it is left and keep the rest of the seeds safe until next year, please. She's been doing as I asked and kept recollecting whatever it is left. And she will keep up with the production of mint, lavender, rosemary and other herbs, until it becomes too cold.
Hughard for his part, he's growing special roots that orcs grow during mid-october like blood turnip and iron potato, as well as human edible roots such as radish, turnips, carrots, parsnips, garlic and onions for the next spring.
Last but not least, the Rosewood family has planted winter wheat and rye. These two cereals will only come up until next spring, but Mr. Rosewood has assured that these can grow through winter with no problem which was my only issue. Other things they have planted were, beets, carrots, parsnips, cabbage, kale and winter potatoes. They also planted garlic and onions for next spring like the wheat and rye, but that was a non issue.
The morning from now on started with the bell walking everybody at six o'clock in the morning.
At nine though, I received the visit from Mrs Rosewood and Mrs. Ironhide (who came with Hughard due to needing a translator) as expected.
I guided them into sitting down at the office, where I laid what my plan was-
'As you know, my smallest daughters are extremely small, and are still required to drink milk until a certain point in life. Aurora Brielle herself has started eating other stuff, but still needs to drink milk as her main food source and Indigo, well, she's barely made from summer to fall. So she's still too little to give her other types of foods.' I explained my problem to them. 'If I could, I would nurse them myself buuuuuut. . . They are adopted, therefore, I cannot nurse them even if I wanted to.'
Mrs. Rosewood nodded understanding, and after a few seconds of Hughard translating things to his wife, Mrs. Ironhide nodded understanding too.
'And as you might have understood, I do not like the idea of women working themselves to the bone when pregnant.' I added. 'So, in case any of you are interested, I believe I can pay both of you one silver per month so you can nurse my daughters.' I offered.
After traducing, Mrs. Ironhide told her husband something and Hughard turned to me. 'My wife says she's willing to nurse the babies, but only after giving birth since. . . In her homeland, they believe nursing other children before giving birth to your own brings bad luck.' Hughard translated for me.
'That is totally fine.' I assured them and then turned to Mrs. Rosewood. 'And you Mrs. Rosewood?' I asked her. 'Do you need some more time to think?' I inquired.
Mrs. Rosewood went into deep thought. 'I. . . Am afraid I cannot nurse any children yet, for while I am about five months pregnant, and my, milk production has not re-started yet.' She admitted looking down.
'Oh! That is fine!' I let her know. 'You do not have to pressure yourself that far. I already have someone who nurses my daughters, but she also lives a bit far from here which is why I am looking for you two for help.' I explained my reason for askin them. 'We still have time and I am in no rush to find someone. Also, Mrs. Ironhide here has already agreed to nurse my daughters after giving birth, and we can all agree that she'll be giving birth very soon.' I pointed out Mrs. Ironhide's condition.
Hughard translated with a chuckle and Mrs. Ironhide laugh sweetly.
'So again, do not worry.' I told Mrs. Rosewood as I took her hands with mine. 'While I would definetely prefer to have two nurses, I can definetely wait until you are ready. So take your time? Okay?'
Mrs. Rosewood looked both sad and relieved at the same time and nodded.
We then ended the meeting with Hughard letting me know that his wife is bound to pop any day now, so I let him and wife know that I'll ask a doctor or midwife to come and let them know along Mrs. Rosewood that there will be a fall festival happening next week and if they are able to come, that they should.
Both parties promised to talk about it later and thank me for the details.
As soon as they were gone, I sent letter to the local doctor to check both wives, as well asked the midwife to come with the doctor just in case. I added that there was no rush, but I definetely would like them to be ready in case I send for them with news about Mrs. Ironhide delivery.
I then went on to check the rest of my mail.
There was not much, but I soon found out that, a lot of local nobles and merchants were still sending letters to "get to know me." Especially men who were single and were practically begging for attention my attention. . . But I did not let that bother me, I had too much in my plate to bother about somebody else.
Unfortunately, there were some women who were asking about the "ginger bread" and I knew what that meant: they were asking for sales beforehand.
I immediately replied to the letter with my letters, stating that they shall receive the exact date for the start of the gingerbread sales at the end of October (while making a small mental note to talk about this with Sipna and Orson as soon as possible). And making a list of the clients that sent those letters.
I then also received a new letter from the mayor stating that he would like to know about my participation in the festival by the end of the week, for he'll close the sign up for the stands for the festival. I still did not know what to do for such event, so I decided to really to that the day after tomorrow, when I have talked about with Orson and Sipna.
And then, there were my twin's letters.
Letter from Lottie:
"Mother dearest,
The school has been better so far, with Merlin by my side and the bullies keeping their distance from me. I must tell you though, that the witch professor asks for the menu and if you are willing to bring some food over to her coven. She states that she'll pay "generously," so I highly suggest you consider it. The Professor especifically asks for pecan, apple cinnamon, and pumpkin pies as desserts and the special menu for at least 30 people.
I wrote the place where the coven locates on the other side of this letter so you can check it out and make a better deal with them if you see it fit.
On other news, the carved quartz that you sent were impressively carved and pretty. I was able to make them into good luck charms as well as made them into hair brooches for my baby sisters. I kept the biggest amethyst for myself, but the rest of the quartz and amethyst shall arrive (possibly) with this letter.
As for the old money that sent us to sell, decided to first show them for history classes (for extra points). There were around 250 coins of different types of old money, so we first decided to classify them by year (if possible) and then by "type." Those which we were not able to catalogue (25 of the coins), we'll keep them since that affected negatively the price for the coin, and afterwards we have been selling them with the help of the history and math professor who were delighted to help us in making sure we were presenting the right historic coin at the right price.
So far, we have sold about 35 out of the 225 that we were able to catalogue, but we world like to wait until winter break to bring the money with us to you. Hope you understand.
You also mentioned in previous letters that you have received colored feathers as payment from the goblins. Are there any grey or blue ones? If so, please send them. If not, then black feathers are fine.
As for the iron you sent, that amount of iron was about 500 tons of different rocks, and minerals related to iron, and some silver ingots (8 silver ingots to be exact). Personally, I do not find that much use to the iron, but I took some of it as well as the majority of the silver and let Charlie have the rest. I do not know what he might do with all that, but in my case I am planning to go to a welder and jewerler to make some accesories for the family and I'll pay for the work with the right amount of silver, and then turn them into good luck charms.
That is all there is for now, I believe.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Your daughter Lottie."
I felt like I could exhale better once I read from Lottie. She still won't let me know about what exactly is happening in the school, but I like to believe it is nothing mayor.
As for Charlie's letter:
"Dear mom,
There are not much news about the school so far, therefore I truly believe there will be not much to tell you about with the exception that Lottie's bullies have been kept at bay and me and my friends are doing great, so I will skip that.
Me and my sister hope you bring some pies here, since it is fall season, or as me and my twin calls it "pie season."
The chef has asked me to ask you that if you are going to come for the winter school festival this year, since last year plan was ruined due to the snow storm. He hopes to receive your answer soon (as I do), and to know what will you bring to the festival.
As for the things you sent us, I am pretty sure Lottie has told you about the old money, and how good we have been taking care of it so far. As for the iron and the other metals, I practically sold most of it to my professor of knighthood who payed REALLY good for the lot. I have the money safe and sound, and I will bring them to you by when winter break starts or when you come to the winter festival (whichever comes first).
As for the raven feathers that you got form the goblins, are there any yellow or orange ones? If not, then black or white are fine (if there are any whites).
Going back to the iron that I've kept, I am going to try something with it during art classes. If it does not work, then, I might used for bulls eye during kinighthood training.
Anyways, I think that is all. Hope to see you soon mom.
With love,
Charlie.
P.S: the art professor has declared the paint is (finally) dry, so I have sent the paint of the art paint it through a package. Hopefully, it will not get stolen nor get to the wrong address hehe."
Once I finished reading my twins' letters, I went into packing up some colored feathers (grey for Lottie, dulled yellow for Charlie) and, I gathered my babies and we went to deliver the packages to the post office.
Once there, the post office clerk let me know that they were about to deliver me some items that came from the city, but since I was already here. . .
They gave them to me.
I quickly took the packages and we went back to our home.
Lottie's hair brooches were pretty, the star and triangle quartz were given to Aurora who already had hair, and I kept the moon and circle amethyst hair brooches in a safe place until Indigo grew hair.
As for Charlie's package. . . It was indeed the paint.
There was me, the twins, Liam, and Aurora Brielle.
Better late than never. I smiled and went to find the perfect place for it. But then I saw Indigo. Indigo came way later than when the family portrate was finished, therefore it makes sense that she is not in the portrate.
. . . I still feel somehow guilty though.
Tuesday. . .
'The new fall festival?' Orson asked and then thought about it. 'Well, I can't say much, since this will be the first festival of Berrywood, but from what I have seen in the city and other towns, most of the games are. . . Well, like most summer games, only fall themed.' Orson touched the back of his neck.
'Well, the major proposed that the restaurant had a stand in the festival, but, because I've been so busy lately, I only have until this Friday or Sunday to decide.' I admitted a bit ashamed.
Orson looked troubled and for the good reasons. 'Well, since this is a last-minute-decision, we'll either have to improvise a game, or just make a plain food stand like in the summer.' He determined.
'I thought so too.' I agreed and went into thinking. 'Any ideas for both just in case?' I asked him.
Orson thought about it for a bit. 'Well. . . My first idea would be "fishing apples," or some stand about "how many of these things are in the jar?" Or "rings to the bottles," but. . . If we go for the food stand, we might as well make a food of discounts. . . Or something like that. . .' He shrugged.
The food discount and some of the games. . . Gave a huge idea, making me smile brightly.
Orson stared at me and blinked. 'You know, call me crazy, but every time I see that smile,' he pointed at me, 'it gives me the "strange feeling," that you just thought of something.'
'Well. . . Yes and no.' I said thinking better on the idea. 'Say. . . How many mini pumpkin soups and how many pies in general do you think we could make by the day of the festival?' I asked him.
Orson made some brief calculations on his mind briefly answering. 'W-Well. . . I fear I do not know what you are planning, but, just to be safe. . . I think the mini pumpkins would be safer for just the restaurant and let's use the other pies, for these ones are easier to calculate since they are NOT being used THAT much in the limited edition foods.' He reminded me. 'And to answer this more honestly, if you want to make a "WOW" thing, we might as well use the pecan or walnut pies. But if you just want to make things quick and in mass, I believe the apple and pear pies would easier AND cheaper.' He answered.
'Okay okay. . . Em. . . Let's go for the apple pie for now and, just to let you know, this is my idea. . .' I walked up to him and whispered into his ear.
Orson frowned a bit at first, but then he raised an eyebrow. Then he raised both eyebrows. . . And finally smiled. 'That sounds great! But, what would be the prize?' He asked.
'That's the thing I haven't worked out yet.' I admitted. 'Which is why I am asking you for help.' I brought him into my office where we sat as I brought out some white papers. 'You and I know we cannot afford A LOT without a budget, but I am willing to buy some ribbons brooches out of pocket as well as some baskets. You just need to help me find out what to put in them.' I told him.
Orson thought about it for a moment. 'What colors would the ribbon brooches be?' He asked.
'Well, since we are in fall, I was thinking of yellow, orange, and red.' I answered.
'Yellow is third place, orange is second place, and red is first place.' Orson said bluntly.
I nodded writing it down. 'What type of baskets do you think I should get?' I asked.
'I do not believe it would matter the type of basket, but, just to make sure we grab the people's attention, I believe it might be best to have a small basket for third place, a medium basket for second place and a big basket for first place.' Orson suggested.
I wrote all that below each paper with each ribbon. 'What about the items?' I asked.
'Well, I believe it might be best for the small basket to have basic food or items such as a small loaf of bread, half a dozen of oatmeal cookies, a hunter sandwhich or two, a pair of mini pies, and just a small but worthy no-human item that. . . Well, while it should not be above the rest of the items. . . It might be eye-catching or something.' Orson suggested.
I added a small jar of the five jars of sweet polen from the gnomes, and a white and black raven feather.
'Hmm. . .' I thought of the items for a second. '. . . Should we something besides that?' I asked. 'Maybe a card or something that, by giving it to the bakery clerk, they can receive a discount or whatever?'
Orson thought about what I suggest for a moment and nodded along. 'Yeah, that sounds good. Add that.' He agreed.
I added that to the small basket as "coupons" for me, but made a small note to call them "discount cards" in public.
'Let's go with the second place's basket.' I decided. 'I would like to put not-so-luxurious things in this one. Maybe two loafs of bread, a dozen butter cookies, a small jar of pear jam, a tiny jar of honey, and small bag of candy.' I suggested.
Orson nodded approvingly. 'The small bag of candy should contains from six to twelve candy pieces. Also, add a small pound cake, a regular meat pie and from three to five of those cards with discounts.' He replied. 'And add from two to three non-human items too.'
I nodded adding those details (plus two sweet polen small jars as the non-human items as well as another pair of white and black raven feathers) to the basket for second place. 'What about the first place?' I asked.
We both went silent.
'Well. . . We can add a bunch of food to the basket.' Orson suggested. 'Sweets and bakes goods that the nobles like so much, plus some protein like hunter sandwiches, breakfast muffins and dry meat.'
I nodded adding to that. 'Any pies or cakes?' I asked.
'Well, maybe one huge pie or just a small yet-very-good-looking cake like those we have on display.' Orson suggested. 'But not both.' He added.
I nodded to that. 'I will try to add some non-human items too, but. . . What should we put from the restaurant besides food?' I wondered. 'Don't get me wrong, while the ideas are great, I feel like we should oput an actual prize in each basket. One that out weight each ones as the higher place it is.'
Orson thought about for one second and then snapped his fingers. 'Free food!' He proposed. 'Like, we give him a card that will give the winner a free food, with no alcohol, for a certain period of time.'
'Oh! Like the client seal!' I pointed out. 'But instead of buying the food, the food will be already free and once the period of thirty days went out, the card will become invalid.' I said and wrote it down at the same time.
'Great!' Orson smiled. 'Although, we still have over one more week before the fall festival, so I do suggest we start seeing both what else to put in the baskets and how many pies we should do in advance and since when.'
'I agree.' I nodded writing it down. 'Thank you so much Orson, you were a fantastic help. I shall let you run back to the kitchen to check what items can we put in the medium and big basket as well as how many pies should we start making since when.' I gave him some papers and put away the rest. 'As for me, I shall send word to the mayor about the type of stand—' The thought hit me. 'Orson. . .'
Orson, who was standing up from his chair froze. 'Yes?'
'What we have decided to do. . . It is not exactly a stand. . . Is it?' I asked a bit worried.
Orson thought about it and shook his head. 'Not really. But maybe. . . Oh!' He came up with something. 'A bet stand! During the rest of the week, we send some flyers about what the restaurant is about to do, and we will stablish a list of the competitors and the other people shall bet on whatever it is that will happen.' He suggested.
'Yes!' I agreed seeing the coins fly all the way onto me.
'And~~, for the non-humans, I suggest that they either bet a token or something precious that, while it will probably be worth WAY more than what the tickets actually cost, it should not cost THAT MUCH.' Orson suggested.
'Good idea.' I exhaled making a new paper and making the letter for the mayor, and letting him now about what will the restaurant do for the festival. 'Do you think I should ask the mayor for anything just in case?' I asked him.
Orson thought about it for a second. 'Em. . . Let me check in the kitchen while I tell everybody what will be happening.' He said as he left. 'For now, make sure to make the baskets as pretty as possible and might as well work on the flyers for the bet stand and pie eating context while I am at it.' He told me and then left.
I nodded seeing him leave and out the letter on pause as I went on to put more details on each basket.
"Third place will receive a small basket that have a yellow ribbon attached.
The items of the basket are:
— 1 loaf of bread
— 6 oatmeal cookies
— 4 butter cookies
— 1 jar of berry compota
— 1 small vanilla cake
— 1 small jar of sweeten pollen
— 1 white colored raven feather
— 2 "discount cards" (coupons) for bakery goods (5% — 10%)"
I smiled to myself as the first basket was complete. The basket for third place is the smallest, so naturally, it should not have THAT much to begin with. I went on to write the second basket.
"Second place will receive a medium basket that will have an orange ribbon attached.
The items of the basket are:
— 2 loaves of bread
— a dozen (12) of oatmeal cookies
— 6 butter cookies
— 4 chocolate chip cookies
— 1 pouch of candy
— 1 small honey cake with friend fruit
— 2 small jars of sweetened pollen
— 1 regular lemon pound cake
— 2 white colored raven feathers
— 5 "discount cards" (10% — 20%)"
I smiled to myself and continued on to the last basket.
"First place will reactive a big basket that will have a red ribbon attached.
The items of the basket are:
— 4 loaves of bread
— A dozen of butter vanilla cookies
— 6 double chocolate chip cookies
— A small pouch of honey suckle and honey lemon candy
— 4 breakfast muffins
— 3 hunter sandwiches
— 2 honey cakes with dried fruit
— 4 white colored raven feathers
— 1 jar of fermentes honey
— A "free food" card valid for a whole month (note: the item will only work for a period of 30 Days and can only be used for the restaurant and for one food purchase [alcohol NOT included] per time)."
I looked at the items and nodded to myself. I put the papers away for now and then I went to write about the betting stand.
"The bet stand for the pie eating contest:
The bets would cost from one copper up to 100 coppers per adults (+18 years).
The bets would cost from one copper to 50 coppers per teenagers (14 to 17 years).
No bets shall be taken from minors.
No bets shall be taken as debts nor as anything that does not comes from instant cash.
Exceptions for both humans with low income and non-humans:
— Trinkets
— Tools
— Animals
— Vegetables
— pretty gems / rocks
— Small weapons
— Potions (nondeadly)
— Low enchanted goods (not expensive nor hard to use)
I might as well add the "discount cards" idea for a small yet consolation prize for the ones who do not win, and a bigger "discount card" for the ones who win their bets (Although they will also depend on what they won).
Depending on how much money (and gems) we will collect from the bets, the restaurant will take from 5% up to the 30% of the money."
After writing this down, Orson came back with some papers. 'Well, the chefs and some of the staff became hype after hearing about the bets and stuff. I kinda suggest you keep the discount cards for as a consolation prize or something, we do not want angry people at the doors of the restaurant.'
I laughed. 'I thought of that as well, and I actually add that to it.' I showed him the paper along the other papers. 'Leave the baskets and ribbons to me while you and the chefs make sure to have everything for the pies and the food of the basket items.' I told him.
Orson nodded and took my papers while he gave me the papers he had to me. 'Since you might have to go to the city for the baskets and the ribbons, you might want to get some of the items that we are missing for the high scale of pies we might have to bake.' He told me.
I nodded and looked through the stuff Orson wrote. 'Hmm. . . I can go on the lookout for the flour and yeast, and might as well buy some extra milk litters later, but the butter and the apples are quite worridsome.' I said. 'I'll ask the major to see if he's willing to help, if not, we might have to divide the pie eating contest between two or three types of pies to vary.' I determined.
Orson exhaled exhausted just thinking about it. 'Just, make sure to at least secure a good amount of apples, okay? They are the cheapest fruit, and I would prefer to make a giant amount of mini pies of a SINGLE fruit rather than to give variety to a contest like this.'
'Believe Orson, me too.' I agreed and dismissed Orson so he could go back to work.
"Dear Mr. Mayor,
I, Amelia Baker, is writing you to let you know that I have come up with one contest that could attract public for the festival (even if it is a last minute thing) and a stand that could contribute to attracting public.
The contest is actually a competition called "pie eating contest," with a betting stand on the side.
The only problem though, is that we are not sure if we have enough butter and apples. If you could at least find a lead to someone or some place who might be selling apples in bulk and/or in cheap, it would be a huge help. If not apples, then, any other fruit will do. As for the butter, if you could help me get in contact with any more farms where to trade or buy butter (and milk if possible) would be good.
When it comes to the pie eating contest, the goal is to gain from 10 to 20 competitors at least, not much but not that less either. That way, the rules are these:
1. Each competitor will be asigned a number or a symbol (let me know which one would you prefer).
2. When the bell rings, the competitors will try to eat as many pies as possible.
3. The contest ends when either there's just one competitor left, or when there's no more pies to eat. Whichever happens first.
4. The first three places will receive a ribbon, a basket with goods and "discount cards" (that will outweight each other depending on what place the competitor will get).
5. The competitors that did not make it even to third place, shall receive a "discount card" + a small potion/tiny jar of medicine (you and I both know that a lot of competitors will fall sick during and after the competition).
6. The competitors can be both human and none-human, but, they all should be above 18 years of age.
If the competition needs anymore rules, please let me know so I can adjust it and, then sent out the flyers.
As for the betting stand, the rules are simple:
1. Each person must be from 14 and up to bet, any younger is not allowed.
2. You cannot bet any more than 50 coppers if you are between 14 and 17 years of age; you cannot bet any more than 100 coppers if you are 18+ years of age.
3. Each person can only bet ONE TIME and no more than that.
4. Only cash is acceptable; with some exceptions for families and people with low incomes like:
— Trinkets
— Tools
— Animals
— Vegetables
— Gems; jewerly; pretty rocks
— Small wepons (inives, daggers, and any other small blades)
— Potions (nondeadly)
— Low enchanted goods (not expensive nor hard to use)
5. The first bell will start taking bets; the second bell will let everybody now that the bets are closing; the third bell will indicate that the bets are closed. (Note: the last bell should/will sound about 20 or 15 minutes BEFORE the pie eating contest).
6. The winners will have their share of the money + a "discount card" for the restaurant &/or bakery; those who did not win ill receive a simple "discount card" of lesser value for the bakery.
Note: Depending on how much the bets make, the restaurant will share with the mayor from 5% to 10% of what the house gains (which will be from the 5% to the 30%) which will depend on how much money we get from the bets.
If the bet stand rules needs improvement, please let me know.
Sincerely,
A.Baker."
I put the letter in an evelope and then sent it to the mayor's office.
Then I went on to think of "discount card" ideas with simple yet very good deals for the people.