JASPER: "Yeah, a lot of people hear my name and think I'm supposed to be a guy. I don't really get it since I'm named after a rock, but it's whatever. Maybe my mother was a gender role rebel, haha!"
JASPER: "Oh man. Don't get me started. I love to run. I think the best part about Jubilee as that it's in the middle of a wide open plain, and I actually live in the apartments on the edge of town, so I just slip out and make a mad dash toward the horizon. It feels so good to run and be free. I really miss that, but I guess when you and your mother are exiled from the pride for challenging the deeply-rooted and disgusting practice of these unfaithful adult males, attacking young Litleos to ensure the adult females biologically revert back into fertility in order to replace their lost, well... the open fields are all you have left of the pride life. I guess what really shocked me about our dissent was that my aunts all condemned us for it. No, life's not about surviving in the wild anymore. That's not how we 'make it on our own' these days. Oh Arceus, who cares. I guess I should just be happy that I was born female. Saved me from becoming the direct victim of toxic masculinity in the matriarchal pride structure."
JASPER: "Sorry, I'm running my mouth again. I seriously just realized now that I didn't even actually answer your question, haha! Yeah, I love battling, gets the blood pumping and tones me out. Jubilee actually has an Arena for legal battles, and I go there often to pick fights and get my stress relief out for the day. The only thing that I'm not too crazy about though is that the Arena is run by this Scizor who's overdoing the cyberpunk futurist look. No, but don't get me wrong, he does a great job at running the place and making sure that all battles are contained and evenly matched-up, and the Arena is well maintained too, but something about him is a little off? He's not even a resident of Jubilee. He was hired by the mayor after a visit to the nearest neighboring town to temporarily get the Arena up and running. This guy is basically writing up the rules, regulations, and method to the institution and testing it out before his contract is up and ownership passed down to an actual resident to head the place. I don't know, maybe it's nothing, but I'm glad that I'm working all day for the Festival because the last thing I need is to be in the Arena during one of the busiest days of the year, and in the general vicinity of his 'I'm so stressed' moments."
JASPER: "Anyway, you wanna look cute? I don't know if 'cute' is for you, kitten. You should embrace your 'Don't Muk With Me' vibe you're exuding, because let me tell you, you need a guy who can step up toe to toe with you and likes that challenge. Nothing says 'I'm a brawl brat, come tame me' like shoulder pads. I've got this great windbreaker--big pads that accentuate the shells you've got hanging off your flanks there as a kind of visual motif, right?--white but it's got this great scenic Kanto ink print all around it, and the sleeves are tight and the waist is trimmed slim to give you that feminine appearance. Some gold eye shadow and you're set, kitty. Come visit my store sometime soon. I'll hook you up with that and a little discount wouldn't hurt."
JASPER: "Speaking of, hey Shaggy. I hate that scarf--it's so you. If you want to look like a lower-caste pariah for the Festival, I think you'd benefit from this summer sweater that was mistakenly shipped in with a batch of inventory. It doesn't match anything I ordered and it's just this single, mis-tailored mistake that somehow made its way to my doorstep. I only kept it because I immediately thought of you. I hope you enjoy a gaping-knit, bright limenade green top that is a button-up turtle neck...? And it's decorated with these tacky cut-out shapes of watemelon slices, bathing suits, cherries, flipflops--everything, not even evenly spaced out or evenly distributed across the canvas that is this shirt, just... Everything about it is bad. I will not be able to sell this thing to anyone except maybe Nellie since she's the town seamstress, but I really, really cannot with this."
JASPER: "This tweed thing only looks good on the right body type. I had a customer walk in once wearing a men's tweed blazer, and they were a Swadloon, so it just worked. But then I saw this Paul the Politoed come in the other day dragging along tweed pants and scratching at himself constantly. He's way too short for those pants, he just was tripping over himself. I'm thinking what in the world compelled Paul to do this to himself, but then I forgot that, you know, he's Paul. But on trends and whatnot, I'm really not feeling this new wig thing going on. I don't wanna step on Niccolo's toes, you know the Cinccino hairdresser, but ever since he found that abandoned stash of wigs in his attic and showcasing them, everyone wants a wig. And to me it looks like all the wrong people want one, too. But I won't get too much into that. I do like this new thing that I saw when I was visiting my ma the nearest town over. It's called Granbull bibs. They're like these black attachable collars with two small silver studs on either side of the neck. They go well with almost any top, and I've even seen them worn like bandannas, so the silver studs kind of look like tiny little horns. It's perfect. I have a shipment of them on their way. I just hope they come in time for the Festival."
JASPER: "My ideal employee? Uh, huh. I always thought the only and correct answer would be someone who's mature, patient, sociable, and inviting to clientele while also responsible and respectful of their coworkers and their job in much the same way that they are always wanting to improve their own good work and continuously learn on the job, making them flexible and knowledgeable. Doesn't everybody?"