AlcheME! - SUNDAY
[ 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
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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[Harumph.]
Would you prefer to share your feelings instead?
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Would you prefer not to share your feelings?
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Monsieur W?
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I have a cold, so I shouldn't be handling food or drinks.
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[Places a jacket on top of W.]
Leave it to me!
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