AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[idolpro]

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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[doublefried]

[ HUGS HER ]

[featherbeaned]

[ oh no ]

[ HUGS HIM BACK TIGHT ]

It's just ... one of those things, y'know? Something to work through. It'll be fine.

[doublefried]

I'll bite hiiiiiim.

[featherbeaned]

[ muffles a laugh ]

You won't have to. I've got this.

[ there's a whole lot of gratitude not far below the surface ]

[doublefried]

All right, I'll leave it to you then.

[ he has faith in her abilities!!! ]

[featherbeaned]

Butif I do need help, you'll be the first to know. Promise.

[doublefried]

And I'll be there for ya!

[featherbeaned]

[ a quiet chirp ]

[ boops her cheek on his head!! like a cat scent-marking ]

Does make me think, though, 'bout how glad I am I ended up with Alch.

[doublefried]

We really drew a winning card with this unit.

[featherbeaned]

Some units put effort into trying to win ...

[ exaggerated nose-wrinkle ]

[doublefried]

Boooooring.

[featherbeaned]

Right?

And the whole thing with the stakes here is ... mumble mumble handwave.