[ his only problem with the tea shop was that it made him sad about their curfew because EVERYONE FROM IT WAS DEAD EXCEPT FOR HIM!!! but that's better now so ]
The... uh, yeah, I guess it would be.
[ passes her a napkin???? girl dry your corn margarita tears ]
[ ...okay, the combination of the absurdity of that with the seriousness of her expression and the fact that he's still a mess of emotions after everyone coming back just. makes him cover his mouth and fight to keep from laughing. ]
I can't objectively answer that. [They were not. I mean she comes from a land where marrying sentient animals is on the table but also, these rats. They were different man.] They are all six feet tall and they'd try to give you weird meat jelly, and they wouldn't let us open accounts at their bank.
Also, there was a grocer's store, but almost everything in it was corn based? And one of the libraries had hands that would reach for you...I don't know, it feels like a really long, arduous dream.
God. Yeah, it sounds like it. Though the corn part also just kind of sounds like America. They put this corn syrup stuff in pretty much everything they make.
[ maybe the eels are just the mess hall's high fructose corn syrup...
sips his peach boba. ]
Anyway... your American rat nightmare is finally over now, at least.
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WEEK 6: Saturday
Rosamund is all but shotgunning her boba, tears still rolling down her face. Once she hits the bottom—]
It's...it's so much better than the corn margarita...
[More tears.]
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The... uh, yeah, I guess it would be.
[ passes her a napkin???? girl dry your corn margarita tears ]
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Thank you.
[She dabs at the tears daintily.]
Sorry, I probably sound insane. But also, it was insane down there.
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Anyway, the few things I heard about that place already sounded crazy. Terrible corn drinks aren't a huge surprise.
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[She looks him in the eye, beleaguered. She knows what a strip club is now. Thank you, universe.]
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...Were they at least hot rats?
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Also, there was a grocer's store, but almost everything in it was corn based? And one of the libraries had hands that would reach for you...I don't know, it feels like a really long, arduous dream.
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[ maybe the eels are just the mess hall's high fructose corn syrup...
sips his peach boba. ]
Anyway... your American rat nightmare is finally over now, at least.