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BARiTONES - 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

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"Uhm. . . oh, geez, I've never been in a bar before. . . All these options sound so good! I can't decide, I like them all! Could you pick a sweet drink for me?"

"You know, there's this drink my grandma would make for me all the time when I was a kid—it was some kinda juice, but it had this... what's the word, pop? No no, not like sparkling cider. I dunno how to explain it. Anyway, could you make that for me?"

"Oh, you're not the usual bartender. Well, get me some tea, please—I've got kids to watch over, so I can't get anything the wife will frown about... you catch my drift?"

"Ugh... my father had way too much to drink! Get me something that will wake him up... oh, and make sure it'll knock him right back into his senses!"

Isn't this stealing our job? We're supposed to take care of bars even outside of games, no?

Why can't these people make their own drinks? [ he didn't sign on to do actual work. ] It's not that hard. [ probably. he's never worked a day in his life. ]