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[desirestruth]

Who: everybodyyy
When: Day 15, evening
Where: The lounge.

[Some of us are covered in fruit, some of us aren't, but there was a trial so naturally, as the sun sets and stars sprinkle the sky in odd colors, it's time for a memory mingle!]

Comments

[desirestruth]

Whichever feels comfortable.

[She will take her cup, with the kind of grace and elegance that gets drilled into you as a child. With a stick.]

It's good to meet you.

[spectacularluck]

[ He's not surprised about the elegance— he remembers the way she felt about the kissing part of the whole truth or dare deal, so he's pretty sure she's got to be some sort of royalty - or something close to it. She looks the part too. In honesty? It's a little charming. ]

Finn, then. Feels more appropriate right now, I don't even know who Peter is ...

[ He's gonna take a sip and then just - kind of make a face. Not exactly his kind of thing, but he'll still drink it. ]

And I'm still paying you back, for the record.

[desirestruth]

[She would be flustered by him finding her rank charming if she knew, for the record. But she'll chuckle a little, at the face he makes and what he tells her. She doesn't much care for the taste either, but she's got a good poker face, for this kind of thing at least.]

If you insist, Finn. I could hardly stop you, could I?

[spectacularluck]

Exactly. I get the feeling I'm a stubborn guy, so you got no choice.

[desirestruth]

I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, but so far I think it'd be easier to count who isn't stubborn on this train.