Pippi yawns, stretches, and hops down off the table, ready to follow them both out of the room. 

"Memento mori," she says to the quasi-condemned man on her way out. "Have fun."

"Alright, that's over with," Morrison says. "I'm sorry we don't know who blew up your house yet. But at least the government isn't after you, at the moment." 

"Heartening, that. Did I correctly understand that your entire fake identity you made for me with her entire own set of clothes is now out the window?"

"Unfortunately." She makes a face. "It's fine, there's no good reason for you to not travel as yourself at the moment, and if one materializes we have other methods."

"So what's next?"

"I can take you around to a bunch of other labs so you can meet the various departments you're in charge of to meet the scientists and see what they're working on, and I can tell you how we use their technologies to make money from our subscribers, or we can have lunch, and then do all that. I think you might want something to eat at this point."

"I'll have lunch. Is lunch going to be fucked up?"

"Fucked up? Oh. No, shouldn't be. Most of the food here is grown in our superefficient underground hydroponics lab. I can show you it after lunch. That one doesn't even have a villainous application, it just helps keep costs low." 

"Can't argue with a super-efficient underground hydroponics lab."

"Great. Come with me, it's not far." She heads off, leaving the office building where Jacobs is waiting for other people to help him fake his death, and heads to a neighboring building. 

Inside is a small food court/cafeteria. There's something like half a dozen "restaurants", all of them serving somewhat different styles of food, which are put together on demand. (Things that take a longer time to cook are kept warm in warming pans, but other things like fish and salads can be made to order). There's a pretty strong bias towards fish and salads, actually, as well as bananas and other fruits, though more classic things like burgers are available. 

She will have a burger. Burgers are simple.

Morrison decides not to say anything about this. She herself gets some kind of Asian salad thing, with noodles and sesame seeds, with a side of fish. 

There are plenty of tables in the dining area. Groups of people talking or eating on their own scattered throughout, but there's plenty of places for them to choose to sit. "Any particular spot in mind?" Morrison asks. 

She makes a silent beeline for the most isolated corner available.

Morrison follows her to that table, and the both of them sit down. Pippi, following behind, hops up onto the table, out of the way of people's food, and eyes the fish and meows a little. 

April breaks off a bit of ground beef from the edge of her burger and holds it out.

Pippi nibbles the ground beef happily, but is still eying the fish. 

Smiling a little, Morrison cuts off a small bit of her fish, spears it with her biodegradable fork, and puts it on the table next to Pippi, who gleefully swipes it close with a paw, ready to eat as soon as she finishes her burger bit. 

April munches pensively on her burger.

"...shoulda been more suspicious of those five million dollars," she muses, eventually.

"Oh the five million dollars are definitely yours," she says in response. "It's just that the money wasn't the main part of the bequest. I'll admit to being a bit... misleading about that, but we needed to see what you would do, first." 

"...I mean, you were only offering them in the first place to get me to go to Uncle Jake's funeral, and going to Uncle Jake's funeral got me nearly killed twice and now I'm stuck here up to my neck in insane bullshit unable to run away to be a lumberjack because I'd die. So. Shoulda been more suspicious."

"That's also fair," Morrison said. "Would you believe me if I told you that recruiting you like this, trickery aside, was for our own survival? An heir is one of the few ways organizations like this can be passed down, at least in the eyes of some of the people we work... adjacent to." She takes another bite of food. 

"Doesn't entirely surprise me."

"Well then, I know that it's... unexpected, and things, but we really did need to recruit you to prevent existential threats to our organization," she says. "And to be completely honest, my own life was probably on the line as well, as well as a number of other people in charge here. We probably could have figured something out, but it would have been difficult. So: I know it's putting you in a difficult and potentially life-threatening situation, but I'd still like to thank you for being here regardless." 

"The prospect of being trapped in a shitty system where I end up justifying doing shitty things to people because it's the only way to survive is like at least half of why I yearn for the peace of the forest."