nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

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[impyroverished]

...what did you put in it...?

[Does he dare ask]

[lightreaching]

[ Flayn hums and lists off a handful of ingredients that absolutely do not belong together in a soup. Ever. ]

[impyroverished]

[With everything Flayn mentions, his face turns more and more into a grimace, until...]

Please tell me you don't plan on trying that here. Be merciful.