Brutal honesty could be useful. None of the clones really seemed to mind how Harrison treated them as mere extensions of his brother rather than entirely separate beings (aside from the ones who were nothing but sensitive to everything), and so Harrison simply took care of the critique without personally acknowledging it. Tendrils picked up the soda again and tipped it over into the drink still held by the clone; when more had been added, the bottle was set down and they gripped at the garnish to stir it all in, then cupped the bottom of the glass to tip it upward in invitation to try again.

"Of course I am," Harrison said with hands stretched out and imploring. "We've just got to hire out for the times that I'm not. We've dealt with worse headaches than expanding an enterprise before... Think we could build the kitchen ourselves? I can already picture how we'd lay it out and everything."

To say that Harrison was capable of doing all that he planned and more would not be an understatement. However, his attention span was abysmally small at times as more ideas or different focuses shifted into place. All of his ability to remain on a single topic was reserved for the very serious situations of which they hadn't run into for quite a while, which left Zach with being the one to rein him in or let Harrison go and fill in the gaps where necessary. No hard feelings, else they probably would have broken up their small part of the band ages ago. One started it, and the other finished it.