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[It has a face, Elizabeth.]

That's certainly something. Is the story good?

[ wait until she starts peeling them in front of you. ]

Absolutely! One of the best I've ever read, honestly. [ she loves it. ] Do you have time for a brief summary of it? Oh—well, it can wait until we're eating. Something such as this should not be discussed on an empty stomach!

[Please refrain.]

I don't mind the least bit, Miss Velveteen, a game's story is as important as its characters to me.

[Let's!!! Go to Denny's!!! Get us that pancake tower!!!]

[ Pancake!!! Tower!!! ]

So you're the type that enjoys characters then... [ Elizabeth'll direct him to a booth and put her wiggling bag of happy fruits in the corner. And finish the apple she'd been eating, too. ] I certainly can't fault you. I believe a character could make or break its story.

[... This is so sketch. Please no one think this is weird. Hello waitress, two waters and pancakes ty.]

But if you have wonderful characters and a lackluster story, no one's going to want to see it through with them in the end. They go hand in hand. Gameplay is also rather important, more in regards to how easy it is to learn than actual challenge, and art design is subjective.

[ What about this is sketch, they're just two teenagers hanging out at Denny's at who knows what time, with one in a shady hoodie and carrying a bag of fruits.

This is perfectly normal!!! ]

Without a doubt. Though spite is certainly a decent motivator for all of these. [ Not that she's every played a game out of spite... Ahem. She'll bring up LFXIV's races in image form and slide her phone over. Check these out. ]

Speaking of art, which of these catches your eye most? That is, which one would you be more inclined to make a character of.

[Oh, they're nice... Hmm.]

They're all very nice designs, but I think the elf-ish ones are the prettiest... that must sound typical though, doesn't it? The... children? No, they're just small, they're adorable as well, but I'm not sure which I'd make a character for.

[He says, blatantly lying to himself, because he's a Miqo'te bitch.]

[ That's right, join the Miqo'te bitch squad. ]

They're not children, they're just a very small race. Think... Oh, gnomes, I suppose, except much cuter. [ hahaha. She'll tap Miqo'te and Lalafell with her fingers. ] I have one of each of these. There are different subsets as well...

[ ...and so on and so forth, let her regale you with the stand-ins for everything in this fictional universe. She'll stop when their pancakes and etc get here though, setting her phone aside. Pancake tower....!! ]

These look lovely, for a fast food establishment such as this.

[Fascinating. He's absolutely going to do the cat people, even if all he can think about is Cleo and her unfortunate situation with the ears.]

It's a little surprising, isn't it. There's a kind of surrealness that comes with being here so late, Miss Velveteen, but I just think that they have more time to get things right since we're practically the only ones here.

[Mmmm, pancakes. Soak it in syrup and let's dig in.]

[ No way, the only way to eat pancakes is to put an obscene amount of whipped cream on it? Everyone knows this?? ]

It's truly remarkable! Unparalleled, even... Perhaps I shall only dine here and at other establishments that are awake this late at night, in that case. And perhaps a wealthy tip as well... [ ...She can think about that later. ] I must thank you, though, for thinking of bringing me here this late. I would have never considered it myself.

[ just doesn't cross her mind because she doesn't go outside to go eat because she never has anyone to eat with. ]

[Your wealth is showing, Liz. Syrup is the way to go, whipped cream has no place on pancakes.]

Just make sure you have someone with you when you're out so late. As quiet as this place can be at night, every city has its share of dangers.

[ Syrup and whipped cream. How about that. ]

Does it? I didn't encounter any trouble getting here.

[ ...which means she will never encounter any sort of trouble ever, clearly. ]

[A joining of two worlds?! Unprecedented.

... and then he seems lost in thought for a moment, tilting his head and staring at his plate. He looks up with a start, blinking rapidly at Elizabeth, as if seeing her for the first time again. Talking, they'd been talking, about what.]

Ah, well, um. Sorry, could you repeat what you said? I... have a habit of getting lost in my own head.

[Even if it wasn't quite like that, less deja vu and-- this is what Silver was talking about, wasn't it, he's not sure he likes the hallucinomemories. A TV station? He was set to appear again? For what... and those students...]

[ Elizabeth stares for a moment, tapping her fork on the plate, then shakes her head. ]

It was nothing very important. A ten for your thoughts?

Isn't it "a penny for your thoughts"?

I unfortunately don't have any pennies on me.

[ ...but she has tens, so? ]

[... Is she really going to give him ten bucks.]

You're going to pay me to talk?

... Do people not actually give a penny when they offer it?

[ ????? ]

No, not... usually.

[... Odd girl.]

That aside, it's... nothing. It's been an unusually eventful night, that's all.

[Yes, that must be it.]

[ ... She's not embarrassed by her misstep at least, or doesn't seem to be. ]

I have to agree. I've had many a conversation and theory-crafting session already... [ Let her check her Retrospec stuff, actually—she'll type some replies out, hmming softly. ] ... It's strange, isn't it, to feel as if you know something and then find out all of a sudden one night that it was a mere lie instead, and that no matter what you tell your kin, they won't believe you, not unless they're on the app themselves.

[ Just. Idly. A fact, really. ]

Yes, precisely. I'm not looking forward to the morning at all...

[Talking to his mom is going to be an Adventure, he's sure.]

You've talked to your caretaker about it?

[ ... Huh. ]

Why would I?

It feels as if you talk from experience, that's all.

Others have had the experience, not I.

[ ... ]

My caretaker has told me not to worry over it, however. I asked him a few questions before I left. [ So. Slightly the experience, maybe. ]

[Slight experience. Yeesh. So looking forward to explaining to his mom about the fruits, if she asks.]

I see. [...] It is strange though, that it's like this. It seems as if they'd like the whole city to encompass their userbase, in my opinion, if there's a steadily growing number of people who become aware every so often. But why? What is their purpose in releasing it a bit at a time, why not all at once, why not seek volunteers instead of their generous use of the word "selecting"?

[He pops another piece of pancake into his mouth, the taste oddly bitter on his tongue.]

Well, it isn't a mystery that can be solved all at once, [he finally decides.] No doubt more questions will turn up as time goes on as well.

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