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[heloise]

Would you leave the Castle now, if you could?

Friday was unfortunate. But for most of the year, surely it has given us a comfortable home and the most singular of friends.

And so, as for myself, I would not. I should like to tarry here a little longer, if only to relish the taste of liberty and the fruits of invention. Refrigerators are so magnificent!

[ With that, she will be in the kitchen with the fridge door open, sticking her hands into it with glee. ]

Comments

[demontobeloved]

There's one called Soda Roulette that's like that.

[heloise]

Oh, we must play that. Soda is not dangerous, is it?

[demontobeloved]

Take a drink. I think you'll like it.

[heloise]

[ She peeks through the hole and sees the dark liquid. Hm. And takes the smallest sip. ]

How sweet. And like the waters of San Pellegrino.

[demontobeloved]

Told you.

[heloise]

[ Although, she remembers Cantarella is also sweet, but no, she must be safe here. ]

What do you call this? Soda?

[demontobeloved]

Yep. That's lemonade to be specific.

[heloise]

Lemonade. [ She takes another sip. ] It tastes much sweeter than even candied fruits.

[demontobeloved]

Full of sugar. Don't drink too much, it'll make you sick.

[heloise]

There should be an expression, kisses as sweet as soda.

[demontobeloved]

[A chuckle] It's nothing that magical.

[heloise]

[ She bites back a smile. ] It tastes magical enough.

[demontobeloved]

Well, you've never seen magic, then

[heloise]

I thought the castle is magic. And the ghosts.

[demontobeloved]

How about this...

[He orbs out, as he orbed in, before reforming in the same spot.]

Now that is magic.

[heloise]

[ She is left stunned, staring at the spot where he disappeared and reappeared. ] That--yes. If people have learned how to do--that, why are there stairs?

[demontobeloved]

To be boring?

Not many people can orb. I'm not even supposed to.

[heloise]

[ She bites back a smile. ] Why are you not supposed to orb?

[demontobeloved]

Because orbing is a good power, and I'm a demon.

It kinda stings when I use them.

[heloise]

[ She furrows her brows, then chuckles. ] But that is silly. You can't be a demon.

[demontobeloved]

You are looking at one grade-A, bona-fide, upper-level demon.

Don't worry, even when I'm not on a loss, I'm trying to kick the whole evil gig.

[heloise]

[ She keeps her furrowed brow and looks him up and down. She can never know for sure, she has never seen a demon before this. ]

Can demons repent?

[demontobeloved]

Dunno. But I'm going to try my best to.

[heloise]

I will remember to pray for your soul, then.

[demontobeloved]

Not sure it'll help, but thanks.