[It was truly just that curiosity killed the cat, honestly. Ringo wants to snoop into all of the rooms! What if there's JRPG treasure in there?
And Nico is so nice and so chill and also seems like the sort of person who is Up For Exploration, so she grabs him from wherever he is ideally no longer suffering from garlic overdose, and tugs him towards the room.]
All we have to do is peek inside! You wanna know what's in there too, right? Then we can let everyone know what to expect when they take their special someones in there.
... She pauses, tugs her boots off, and okay, better. (It's not better. She'll jump off in a minute.) ]
Okay, listen up!! We have an opportunity coming up to test out the compatibility of two individuals in this house! I believe in thinking positive and also not wanting to waste an opportunity, so if anyone would like to volunteer or has ideas that they'd want to test, let's hear it!
The more we're in accordance when it comes to testing this, the less likely we all are to screw it up!
Also, the pressure is the lowest on the first week, so maybe if you don't want to get thrown into the fire later on, I'd volunteer now.
[ Go forth! Discuss theories! Volunteer yourself bravely with someone else who may not be as brave! ]
It seemed to me that buffet of...delicacies we had last night helped some of us engage in less superficial chats. Such is the power of a good meal, I suppose.
[Furina's not suspicious of any outside influence whatsoever.
We're all still catching up on food threads, of course, so she broadens it to a more general spread:]
Has anyone had any particularly enlightening conversations? Say, have you been drawn together by shared interests? A mutual enjoyment of our little kissing game, perchance?
[Being a little menace might blow up in her face, but that's fine.]
[What if he drinks some wine casually over here, listening in for a minute or two?
Verso's of the opinion that if they choose a pair that gets along well with each other, spark or no, they're cooked. He's noticed that nearly everyone gets along well enough for most to be a contender... The choices are almost too many.]
[HOW... Furina thinks Was he asleep? She can't recall having seen him there, though...]
We were gifted a rather eclectic meal spread, from the most delectable to the most vile. You didn't hear the flute music? Nicodème nearly killed himself with garlic bread.
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