Apartment Above 6 Unicorn Street, Saturday Evening

[whateverknight]

Squall was NOT happy. He'd spent the past two days walking around the island. He'd talked to (NPC) shopkeepers, and waiters, and deliverypeople, and passers-by. He'd been friendly. He'd made small talk. He'd even, in the case of one overworked girl at Mooby Land, managed to be something almost approaching charmingNot only had it not gotten him

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[angelo_wings]

The Sorceress had not had better luck, and she was in no mood to put up with the Lieutenant Commander. Especially not in light of his typical snide comments about her wardrobe choices.

"Don't ask," she announced, sweeping towards the fridge. Maybe there was some wine. She could use a glass, at the moment. Or something harder.

Though she doubted their host was the type to stock much, really.

[whateverknight]

"So, no progress to report?" Squall asked. "I don't have any, either." It sucked.

He stared at the floor some more.

[furnaceface]

There was an impressive selection of wet cat food in the fridge, and dog food for Angelo as well, but other than that, sorry Rinoa, you were on your own.

Jono wasn't much for stocking wine, no. But it was Joni's feeding time, which was why he was heading into the kitchen now.

//Progress on what?//

What? He figured it was casual conversation with two of his closest friends, thank you.

A moment later, he was following that up with, //Um.//

Look, he couldn't see Rinoa's fashion choices, exactly, but all of his senses were informing him that her hair had exploded or something.

[angelo_wings]

No, no wine in the fridge. This might merit a special trip. Maybe she'd change into street clothes, so the local store didn't know the Sorceress was getting drunk. Rinoa was nothing if not discreet.

She straightened up to allow their host into his kitchen. "Progress on our mission, Mr. Starsmore," Rinoa said. "The rift we're investigating."