AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

❤

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[evocationary]

[her ear flicks.]

You big on truth? [teasing... she's going to put the rolls in the oven in a sec here.]

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Yes. [immediately. ] Even if the truth is difficult to face and it takes effort to find it.

[evocationary]

[she watches them for a moment.]

Even when it hurts. Even when it doesn't matter, in the end.

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Do you really think there are times where the truth doesn't matter?

[evocationary]

[she thinks about that.]

Depends. It didn't seem to matter to the people at the station, sometimes. But for me, I guess I can't think of a specific time.

[guestservices]

[...they nod.]

The truth is a delicate thing, Lup. Even if we don't always understand it. I'm sure you know that as well as I do.

[evocationary]

[she smiles again, and this time it's a little more fond.]

You have got to stop sounding like someone I know! I already made a dumb assumption once, I refuse to do it again.

[takes the cinnamon rolls to the oven...]

[guestservices]

You do know what they say about assumptions...[but they watch her go.] Dumb or not, I'm sure you had your reasons.

[evocationary]

Catfished by an NPC... humiliating. [she huffs, shoving the rolls into the oven.]

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Mortifying. [dryly.] We could always tamper with a cinnamon roll to give it to them as revenge.

[this is absolutely not a serious suggestion.]

[evocationary]

[that makes her laugh, actually.]

No, no. I'm already sure nobody is going to eat these ones that I'm making, I might as well not make it worse. [she's doing it because of her brand not because she's not petty for absolutely no reason]

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You really ought to consider the fact that people are curious by nature. Someone is bound to eat them.

[evocationary]

I hope so. It'd suck for all this work to go to waste.

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They will. Believe me on this one.

[evocationary]

[she glances over at them, and then:]

Well. I guess you know the truth better than me.

[guestservices]

Perhaps. But...I think you also have a perspective I should consider far more often.

[evocationary]

[she tilts her head to the side at that, actually.]

Yeah? What's my perspective?

[guestservices]

A little more realistic, in some places. [. . .] I think perhaps you do not always want to be optimistic, but it's counterbalanced with realistic expectations to be rewarded with the pleasant surprise of something good later.

[this makes. no sense. so.]

A tempered kind of hope.

[evocationary]

[the tips of her ears go slightly pink.]

A tempered kind of hope. [a little smile.] Sure. I like that, actually.

[guestservices]

[they don't point that out.]

I think it suits you, from my observations. And I think people need someone like that to counterbalance those who are overly optimistic and who are overly cynical.

[sort of like molly and harrow, in their own ways.]

[evocationary]

[thanks she'd die if they did]

You can just say the names, I know exactly who you're talking about. [she says, laughing a little.] Thanks, Gemini.

[guestservices]

...of course. [but they turn toward the oven.]

Let's finish the preparations and see about setting these out, shall we?

[and we can wrap this one if you want since it's thursday!]