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If Astrid was still awake, she’d be telling everyone how the napkins on the table made for an excellent pillow. The tiny, listless smile on her face would have to do. She would not wake up again at the cafe. Not until later, after she’d been lifted back to the dojo.

Oh, it was onnnnnnnnnnn. She tried to down this one like she’d downed the previous however-many-who-knew, but this time, her liver caught up with her, and it wanted its fucking lease paid pronto. She made it halfway through her drink before conceding, adamant on stopping there so she wouldn’t...

“One more whaa…?” A moment passed. “––Oh! One more—yeah! I’m allll for pouring another.” And pour another she did.

Astrid tried to follow in Curio’s footsteps, but eventually fell out of pace with her impressive streak of drinking. Still, this was all free—free!—and she was making sure to take advantage of the endless supply. Her giggles were higher pitched now—more spread out but less predictable, even for...

Her giggles only intensified. It was like every sound this Riolu made was enough to drive Cabot’s domed head straight into her funny bone. “Yeah! No problemo!” Astrid raised her drink in the air, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. But she kept it there anyway. “It’s synthesized stuff, so I...

“Chocolate?” A giggle, originating from deep in her gut, racked Astrid’s body. Oh good grief, why was she such a cheap date? She’d barely taken four sips and she was already feeling lighter than even the radiance had made her feel. But that… was little more than an afterthought right now...

Astrid took a sip of her own, smacking her lips quietly. It danced on her mouth, not unlike how the Honeymoon Era of Spice had—a rich flavor briefly turning her tongue into a groovy disco party. “Mmm. This is… good,” she said, shuddering slightly. “I would only ever drink with friends back...

Astrid pat Curio on the back—drinks sounded like a plan right now. Who cared if it was lunchtime? “That’s the spirit, buddy.” A server happened to pass by, and after a quick request and a trip to and from the back room, they’d brought back a bottle of something thick. Astrid read the label out...

Another short-lived smile; hadn’t she just gotten out of a stressful situation? Banter with the witty Riolu was exactly what Astrid needed right now, but it seemed unusual for Curio to lag the way she was. Adjusting in her seat, she faced Curio and rubbed her jaw, concern in her eyes...

That was quite a mouthful. She would stick to Icetales indeed. “I’m… Astrid,” she said back, a little simply. She blinked at the Vulpix, unable to shake the odd feeling of seeing one of her kin in person after so long. Even if this wasn’t really one of her kin… “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”...

Making her way in from the north, where the bushes thinned out into dirt, then gravel—Astrid trot along towards the Crossroads. She was stressed. Shook. Spooked. Blinking too often and getting lost in thought as she walked. The radiance… It was so… warm. She was stressed, and because of that...