week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[gamboler]

[ Aventurine might be used to this kind of victory, but Verso's enthusiasm is infectious, and his grin warms, standing a little straighter, preening like the peacock that he is. ]

All thanks to you, my friend! What will you do with your winnings?

[ It's mostly hypothetical. He's pretty sure the producers aren't gonna let them go on a wild spending spree and buy boats and cars or something, sadly. ]

[reverso]

[He is well and truly impressed. Maybe Aventurine can garner some novelty from that, at least. His brows look like they're going to leap off his face and fly into the ceiling.]

Me? I'm going to buy a [Mc]mansion overlooking the sea, and retire early, sipping wine until I'm old and grey!

And what of you?

[gamboler]

I was thinking of maybe sailing the sea and learning the art of ocean fishing. Retiring early is a given.

[ Now that is a fanciful dream. ]

[reverso]

[A laugh. The table around them is abuzz with excitement over their lucky win.]

Really? I didn't know you were much of a fisherman.

[gamboler]

I'm not - yet. But if there were ever a time to try something new...

[ But he's not one to dwell on dreams. ]

Come on. We should head to our next game before we attract too much attention.

[ ...Too late. ]