[Huh. Wow, that's familiar. If he were smaller, female, and much much squeakier, he could be a clone of Ruby.] --ah! I'm sorry, I didn't think they were that hot!
H-hold on, I'll be right back with a drink!
[She scurries off, only to return with...
A watermelon. Half of one, at least. She drops to her knees and pretty much shoves it in his face.] It's not a drink, but it's cold! Eat it!
[ this is the wooooooooorst he probably looks totally lame right now. god he hopes no one else is seeing this (spoiler: everyone within a mile radius heard him crying about it) but he's thankfully distracted from his self-conscious thoughts when you returns with—
a watermelon.
he spares a moment to stare at her incredulously, but you know what, at this point, what the hey. he chows down on the half piece, getting about 3/4ths of the way done before he can finally pull back with a loud sigh of relief. the entire lower half of his face is different shades of red — from the heat, from the watermelon.
he flops backwards onto the sand, arms spread out. ]
Yeah... it kinda feels like it's been a long time coming, this kinda celebration, you know? It's nice to have an opportunity to just relax and enjoy ourselves.
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[She tried to moderate the Tears of a Fallen Angel a little bit... or else everyone would have died.]
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Aw, that's nice, I'm sure they'd be real pr—
[ oh no he made the mistake of trying one right away. please excuse him as his cheeks puff out, eyes flying wide-open.
is.. is he turning red...???? ]
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...oops he is actually turning red.] M-maybe I put a little too much in this batch...
[Honestly, Lance, you are not the first to have that reaction to the Tears of a Fallen Angel.]
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HOT! HOT HOT HOT HOT I'M DYING! I'M DYING TELL MY MOM I LOVE HER!!
[ yeah you... maybe just a little too much... ]
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H-hold on, I'll be right back with a drink!
[She scurries off, only to return with...
A watermelon. Half of one, at least. She drops to her knees and pretty much shoves it in his face.] It's not a drink, but it's cold! Eat it!
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a watermelon.
he spares a moment to stare at her incredulously, but you know what, at this point, what the hey. he chows down on the half piece, getting about 3/4ths of the way done before he can finally pull back with a loud sigh of relief. the entire lower half of his face is different shades of red — from the heat, from the watermelon.
he flops backwards onto the sand, arms spread out. ]
Holy crow... Did I just escape death?
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Uh, I'm going to go get you some napkins. [Because that is not a clean way to eat a watermelon.]
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that doesn't involve utensils, i mean. ]
Yeah, thanks...
[ though lance is sort of enjoying the cool liquid on his skin.
after a second, he sits up suddenly, holding a hand out towards you to stop her. ]
Actually, that's okay! I think I'm due for a dip in the water, anyway... What about you? Don't tell me you've been working all day.
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Oh, yeah, I've been working pretty much since dawn. [Literally.] There've been so many people, it's been pretty tough to keep up with all the orders!
Why?
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[ lance shakes his head at this grave injustice. ]
No way, no way — this whole party was your idea! No way are you gonna go the day without having some fun of your own!
[ he claws out of his mermaid tail sand prison, reaching for her wrist to tug her away. ]
Go on, go enjoy the beach! I'll man the grill for a couple hours, how's that?
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...Lance, do you even know how to cook yakisoba?
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No.
But how hard can it be??
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Besides, there's just something about seeing it and smelling the salt air that's... kinda all I needed.
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I'm having a blast! There's nothing better than people liking your cooking, right?
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[ ah, well. perhaps she's more like hunk than she is like him. he can understand that much, at least. ]
Well — in that case, keep on keeping on! You're doing a great job. The party's a blast.
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[She sighs, but it's a happy one.] I'm glad that we got to send summer off properly, you know?
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Now that we know this place exists we can come back here all the time, but a party's a party.
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And this is a pretty great one, if I do say so myself.
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That might be a better idea, yeah.
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[And she goes to do just that.
Good place to stop?]
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