[Ugh, he was boxed in (literally). He couldn't even complain that she was holding up actual paying customers because it's not like there were any of those lying around (and it wasn't as though he wanted any either).

And a smiling Rose was somehow far more concerning than a scowling one.]

I'm still not certain I actually agreed.

[He just ended up in a box. And so long as no one bothered him, it was a quiet enough place to sit.]

And you would be surprised at the dearth of acceptable candidates. Most are too shy, awkward, or otherwise inexperienced. My relatively minor flaw of abject apathy is but a minor hurdle.