"People do in fact want food. They're not buying from Las Nevadas because nobody's there ever, but there's four of us now, we can have people be here. And then they'll come. Just--trust me. Give it--you know what, give it a month. If nothing happens, I'll take it down and say you were right."

"Sure, if you think we can keep the lights on for a month even if we aren't turning a profit." 

Okay that stops Wilbur short. He is going to look at Q with an expression of deep befuddlement.

"--I mean, I've got a stack of torches on me, if you want me to spawnproof?"

"...not literal lights. Lights as a gesture at operating costs, generally." 

"Ranboo, you've got a fire aspect sword, right?"

"...Yeah."

"Okay, well, there you go."

"Where are we getting the food from, Wilbur." 

"Ranboo has a cow farm, Quackity has a cow farm, we can always get cows from... walking around?"

You know what? If Wilbur intends to sell literally nothing that cannot be gotten from a cow, that works fine. Wilbur can set whatever weird-ass menu he feels like, and if nobody wants to buy it, it apparently doesn't actually matter.

"Cool. Glad to hear you've got a plan. I'm in." 

"Great! I'll keep getting rid of the trees, you and Ranboo can make the van. Ranboo, what sort of materials are you thinking for it?"

"Hmm, so-- what do you want it to look like? Like what's your-- you seem to have a vision with it, I want to help with that."

"Red and white stripes."

"Red and white, okay. I have a lot of blue...?"

"I'm not a big fan of blue. I'll--I can get you some red. I'll get you the red." And Wilbur runs off in search of rosebushes!

Which leaves Q and Ranboo alone. 

"...does this seem, um..." 

"A little what?"

"I mean, I'm not saying I think it's a bad idea or anything? I was just, you know, off the record, wondering what you thought." 

"I think... Phil wasn't wrong that it's probably good for Wilbur to be, out of the house and socializing? And, um, for me to be. I'm--not entirely sure on the rest but--he hasn't really done anything... wrong?"

"That is true! That is true. Those, those are both true statements." 

That can be the end of the conversation, if Ranboo wants it to be; Q is not really expecting any answer more straightforward than that from him, he's done as much checking about whether they both have a bad feeling about this as he can feasibly do, and, well.

He did, one month ago almost exactly, look Wilbur in the eye and think that sure, maybe Wilbur was going to lead them both off a cliff, but someone needed to be there to talk him off the edge. Someone still does. 

Very, very tentatively: “L’Manberg also started with Wilbur making a van. If that’s—what you’re asking. I don’t know how much history you know. I’m sure he—I don’t know if it’s, um, if it’s helpful, to be—worried before he’s actually done anything? I don’t want to—write him off, if that—makes sense.”

"I mean, I don't want to write him off either, he's—" he's my friend. "He hasn't done anything wrong. Like you said. I just, I worry about him, you know?" 

“I can understand that. I mean, I know—” Wilbur mentioned Tommy; he didn’t mention Phil. Best not to bring up anyone Wilbur doesn’t bring up first; he doesn’t know Q’s relationships, if they’re anything like Quackity’s or not.  “—I know Tommy worries. It’s, I think it’s fairly natural to worry about him.”

"Yeah, it seems like it is. --I didn't actually know that about L'Manberg, I don't know much of the history around here, I've gotten the sense it's a little fraught to ask about?"