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May Activity Check
Status: Passed
Total Skill Points: 33 → 34 Monthly Activity SP Earned: 1 Event Activity SP Earned: -- Other SP Earned: -- Thread Completion SP Earned: --
Invested SP: +1 to Heavy Armor A → Heavy Armor A (3/3)
Accessed Classes: --
Mastered Classes: --
[ CHOCOLATE ] (the box for 'em, at least) Python does still have a birthday gift to give. He just has some questions now, too. The box he hands over looks like the one that Sara tried to pawn off on him, but it doesn't have the same chocolates inside. Instead, he's slipped in some dried fruits and candies brought in from the shores of Valentia. As for the questions: "Oi, Luke. Is there some other party game I don't know about going on? One about roping kids into the play to mess with your friends?"
Lukas can’t help the amusement that tickles at the edges of his smile as Python approaches, having watched from some distance the decidedly confusing interaction he just had with Sara. He hadn’t overheard any of the brief conversation, but the twist of Python’s expression had been hard to miss even from far off.
His smile remains in place when his friend breaks away from Sara’s questioning and makes his way over to where Lukas has been observing from the side, head tilting slightly at Python’s questions.
“Not to my knowledge. There is, of course, the usual activities that seem to be a part of these kinds of events, but nothing that sounds akin to what you’re describing,” he responds smoothly, eyes flicking back to where Sara had been — now mixed back into the crowd. “Sara thought someone had started another game of candy stealing, however, and I am guilty of not correcting her. I thought it a harmless enough thing, but…my apologies if she took it too far?”
Lukas accepts the box carefully, knowing from the difference in weight that something has been changed from the ones available. A look inside gives an unexpected treat: not a half full box of Fodlan chocolates, but familiar and much more beloved treats from home. “These can’t have been easy to find here, Python.”
He selects one from the box and pops it into his mouth with a pleased hum, “Thank you for the thoughtful gift, in spite of the target I apparently painted on your back for Sara to take aim at. I’ll have to reimburse you for the trouble. What, exactly, did she say to you to get that particular reaction?”
when you pet your cat and they are MYSTERIOUSLY WET
mission: infamous | sleepwalking prompt
Perhaps guard duty should be more concerning when there’s a string of unsolved murders in town, but Python leans at his post with his usual lack of energy. As a lowly commoner currently in charge of watching an entrance, he doesn’t feel particularly involved for the moment. It isn’t like straining himself will make it any easier to catch a killer, or that the assassin has been tearing in through the front doors to get to their victims. Watching the street through half-lidded eyes is all that’s required from him ‘til morning, and he’s content with that.
Movement at the corner of his vision draws his attention—a hunched figure shuffling along across the road. Another random drunk, Python thinks, until he opens his eyes further for a clearer look. A familiar shade of brick red, recognizable even in the low torchlight, changes his view. He’s not looking at any random man, and the guy isn’t likely to be drunk. (If he is, Python will have some words about drinking without him.)
“Oi, Lukas!”
No response. Python sighs and peels himself from his post. This isn’t the first time he’s witnessed his comrade’s sleepwalking habit, but it’s been a while since it’s had to be addressed somewhere unfamiliar. He steps out to intercept, hand outstretched to guide his friend by the shoulder.
“Alright Luke, let’s get you back—“
His palm squishes strangely at the contact, wet and sticky. He recoils.
“Luke- Lukas!”
He’s less gentle this time, grasping at Lukas’s arm to tug him out of the street. A bit closer to the light, the wet smear the action leaves behind shines red and slick. With the blood smudged all across Lukas’s skin and clothes, Python can’t quickly spot any injuries to blame.
“What in Mila’s name did you get yourself into?” He hisses lowly. His hands, already dirtied, slide across Lukas’s forearms in an attempt to stir him further. “Hey, you with me?”
@deliverred why! are you wet!
With the elite running paranoid about the possible reemergence of a specifically focused killer, it was no surprise that the church was offering assistance in the matter. Be it aiding in the investigation and trying to track down said killer, or by providing those that felt most threatened with bolstered defenses. It would hardly be the first time he'd carried out such duties, and having someone like Python along for the mission made things just that more routine.
At least, it should have been.
Lukas took on the daytime watches with several of the house's established guards, while Python covered the later hours with another group. While it kept them more or less split up, it did allow them to keep an eye out regardless of what time it was or where exactly they were stationed.
However, they had very little to show for their presence here. Nothing out of the ordinary had occurred -- be it from the increased security, or because all of this was terrible coincidence paired with fearmongering.
After the patrolling guards had handed over their posts to the night shift, Lukas had gone through the motions before retiring to get some rest.
But something was...not right.
His clothing felt like it was clinging uncomfortably to him, tacky. It hadn't been hot enough to sweat in his sleep enough for this. In fact, it felt rather cool -- like there was a draft. It was a persistent, niggling discomfort that he couldn't keep focused in his mind long enough to properly address. A loop of drifting and then being reminded of the lurking wrongness--
Hands grasping at his arms, cold, sticking; a prying hiss of a voice from somewhere hazily close by. Unfocused eyes blearily blink to the waking world, brain struggling to understand where and when he was and only coming to grasp that he wasn't where he'd last remembered.
His reaction is sloppy and entirely instinctual, breaking away from the hands on him to take a wild swing before Lukas can process who it is in front of him.
Just Three Dudes Staying Warm
Anniversary 2024 +1 Heavy Armor
Python was willing to let the little shove go unchallenged up until Forsyth decided to go blabbing on being proud of him. He’ll take his lumps, but silly compliments are a step too far—he answers with a half-blind grasping for Forsyth’s face, letting his palm squish up against his friend’s lips long enough for his suggestion of enough of that to get through.
“Must be bad if you’re requesting to rest for once.” His fingers drift over to brush his knuckles against Forsyth’s temple and move some of his hair aside, then drop to the safety and warmth of the shared blanket. His head follows suit, dropping down until his friend is tucked beneath his chin. He gives Lukas a lazy smile. Exhaustion hollows out the space beneath Python's eyes, but that's not unusual for him.
“What say you, Ser Lukas? Gonna order the usual night guard to keep watch, or did you want to take it up this time around?”
Now this was a familiar routine, one that could easily drown out the foul weather keeping them in this situation. If Lukas closed his eyes, it was easy to imagine them in a different place and time entirely. But, none of them had come here to dwell on the past, so he keeps his eyes open and remains diligently in the present.
"As you both should be...or as much as you can stand, in certain cases," he chuckles, letting them play out their antics as they will.
It seemed weariness was creeping up on them all as comfort started to return with the warmth, and while it was an initial surprise to hear Forsyth be so forthcoming about his own limits, Lukas doesn't feel the need to pile onto Python's observation. Though he doubts anyone would go out of their way to try and cause them trouble here -- tucked away in a cave, in a storm -- he sees no reason not to keep a watch.
And if he lets his exhausted friends sleep the night through, it's merely a favor returned for the provided warmth and care that they've shown him.
"Please, both of you, get some rest. I can keep watch. I'm more than content to tend to the fire for a while," he assures. It wasn't a lie; while he was tired from the exertion of the day and shivering, he was still alert and clearly not as in need of some sleep as the other two.
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[ CHOCOLATE ] - Stefanelli’s has partnered with the monastery to make the most of the supplies left in excess of their workshops earlier in the year by offering packages of sweet chocolates for attendees. The offerings appear generous… that is, until you open your box to find it only half full.
Sara hums while assessing one partially filled case of chocolates after another, amusement written upon her features. It could be a result of incompetence, a tight budget, or mass confirmation bias, but suspicions lingering somewhere in the back of her mind only grow as the investigation proceeds.
Clutching the evidence to her chest, she quickly scans the hall for a person she can trust.
"Lukas…!"
There's a pause to catch her breath, then laughter bubbling from her the depths of her throat, and the full force of a smile released as her steps come to a halt infront of him.
"Have you heard?" she whispers like sharing a confidential secret, shoulders hunched to lean further in, cementing their partnership. Her posture unfurls only slightly in order to present her findings: the incriminating box of Stefanelli's which is missing half its pieces. "…Do you think they are here in our midst? Devils." How unfair no one told her the game was on again!
Unlike the previous year, Lukas was content to merely spectate the goings on at the ball. He'd arrived late as it was, and though there was the same excitement and energy amongst the bustling waves of bodies, he found he didn't want to be in the middle of it this time. It was enough to watch from the sides and listen.
Perhaps he was relapsing into old behaviors. Perhaps he was growing out of the need to seek sensations out so desperately.
Perhaps he was burning himself out on trying to fundamentally change himself.
So when a familiar voice calls out to him, Lukas blinks from his inner thoughts and turns his usual smile towards Sara. Taking in the different style of dress, the little moon carefully painted on her cheek, and...there is happiness clear in her face, in her voice. She looks free. Unattached in a way that birds are as they take flight, joy in the moment that may very well be gone in the next, so why not indulge in it now?
"Sara," he inclines his head, the edge of his smile curling a bit at the way she hushes in like she has a secret to divulge, not for just anyone's ears. Lukas eyes the regretfully half full box of sweets, letting his gaze drift to the ball-goers around them with a calculated air that is mostly put on.
"I rather think they are. Devils, to my understanding, are not ones often to take a day off," he remarks, bringing his index finger up to his lips, "Best we sniff them out carefully, lest they run off with their ill-gotten gains before we can catch them out, hm?"
Birthdays were occasions that Clair held in rather high regard. Too high, some might say, yet still she found herself awakening as the sun’s rays greeted her. A rarity on most days but this one warranted it!
Knock! Knock!
Normally, she would have the decorum to wait until he rose from his slumber, however… “Salutations, Lukas! Come, quickly, now! The day has only just begun and every celebration of one’s birth ends far too quickly for my liking. We must be quick now!”
For good measure, she lightly tugged his wrist (which was likely unnecessary but a lady must be sure). She does let go after the initial tug, he could follow her just as well as he followed her brother, after all. Were he paying attention, he would know they were returning to her room.
Not! Because she forgot to carry her present when she hurried off, no, no, that would be far too unladylike… ahem, she simply thought it best to… keep the element of surprise for a moment longer…? Something of the sort.
“Happy birthday! I do hope they are to your liking, Lukas!”
Before him stood a stack of books, specifically of the genres she noticed him reading during their time in the Deliverance. Compiled with a set of rather cute looking bookmarks with the imperfections that came with a handcrafted effort.
“… Are they still to your liking? If not, ah, I suppose I could make it up to you in some other way?”
It isn't often that someone knocks on his door at such an early hour, and while Lukas had luckily been awake enough to not be startled out of sleep by the noise, he wasn't quite ready to receive a guest. It is with a swiftness first taught by his father and further enforced by the war that Lukas gets himself properly dressed to answer the door.
Though it does not show as much more than a lifted brow of curiosity, he is pleasantly surprised to see that it is Clair outside his quarters at this early hour.
"Clair? My, you certainly are up bright and early--"
Celebration of one's birth.
He almost glosses over the words, having never been one to linger much on his birthday, but her own excitement for a day he had forgotten any semblance of importance for softens his expression into something fond. So he puts up only enough resistance to her insistent tugging in order to secure the door behind him, and then falls into step with her as they navigate away from the faculty housing and towards the student dorms.
They'd not had many private moments to catch up with one another since she had arrived, and so he takes the short time it takes them to walk from his room to hers to ask her how she's been settling in and if she'd been enjoying her classes. How had things been back in Valentia when she left, how her brother would fare with her so far from home.
Idle chatter dies when they come to their destination, and Clair excitedly presents him with a gift -- several, to be more accurate.
Books.
Some titles he was unfamiliar with, but there was one or two that he'd had previously. She'd even made bookmarks to go with them; imperfect in their craftsmanship, but one of kind.
Lukas runs the pad of his finger along the fine cover of the book sitting atop the stack, careful as he traced the shimmering letters of the title.
"They are dearly to my liking, Clair, you've no need to fear that possibility," he eventually responds, letting his attention drift from the books to the bookmarks before coming to rest on her face with a quiet air of gratitude. "I lost many of the books I brought with me here from home, so this is...I will treasure them, Clair. Thank you."
April Activity Check
Status: Hiatus
Total Skill Points: 33 → 33 Monthly Activity SP Earned: -- Event Activity SP Earned: -- Other SP Earned: -- Thread Completion SP Earned: --
Invested SP: --
Accessed Classes: --
Mastered Classes: --
That's Sick. No, really, Go to the Doctor.
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Something old shifts in her chest. Prideful and stubborn. She's never really considered herself a shining example of what it means to be a Brodian, but there are certain traits that never really go away, no matter how much you try to hide them in the dark. She stops walking to turn around on him. "Oh, you think so? I'll have you know, mister, that I-"
What she meant to do was step towards him to prove just how strong and steady she was and jab a finger into his chest as a challenge. What ends up happening was that Yunaka takes a step towards him and her vision goes sideways. She ends up stumbling to the side and quickly catches herself on the wall. She means to just lean against it a little, but really kind of ends up leaning on it a lot while trying not to go sliding downwards towards the ground.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm...oh, geez, the world really is spinning okay hold on." This is probably not helping her image. After a moment of struggling, she does her best to drag herself upright again, but doesn't really make it very far.
Yunaka's head lifts with a groan only to meet Lukas's stupid, still smug face. She stares him down silently for a moment. Then another. The one more moment, just to make sure that she gets the point across. Finally, she sighs. "Okay. Fine. We can go back to my room now."
Like poking a stick at a snake, eventually Lukas seems to agitate her enough to have her coil back for retaliation -- only for it to all go a bit pear-shaped when dizziness seems to win out, and brings Yunaka to seeking support against the wall instead of whatever comeback she had envisioned.
Lukas takes a half-step forward as if to help stabilize her, but stops short as he watches her chant "I'm fine" as if that somehow detracts from the fact she's melting against the side of a wall on legs about as stable as a newborn's.
There is silence between them as they stare at one another.
One moment. Then another.
And then the wall finally breaks just enough to allow something through.
The smugness eases from his expression, and Lukas follows through on his aborted movement to support Yunaka, offering her his arm. "You really are stubborn, aren't you?" he muses, "We'll do our best not to draw any attention on the way there, since you ill cared for the fact that I noticed. I simply..."
He trails off, expression further smoothing out into something more neutral.
Obviously he was concerned for the health of someone he had grown to see as a friend, yet some part of him wished to return even a fraction of the staunchness she had shown him during that trial. The two were hardly comparable, and it wasn't entirely a feeling of a debt owed so much as something he truly wanted to reciprocate.
"I want to make sure you're doing alright," Lukas eventually settles on, "Not just when something is obviously wrong, but even when all is relatively well. Would you not do the same for a friend?"
by the end of the night horses will be talking || lukas & darios
toaexpedition2026 - mess hall
"Even if the reasons for it are something entirely selfish?" His own pride... does he have any such thing left? When he had returned, had that not been the moment he decided the world was far larger than only what served to inflate his pitiful ego?
A moment in which he is prompted to grow... was abandoning Sara a moment like that in which he'd failed? Was killing his visage the right answer back then? Has his method of clearing the corruption from his home been correct?
He really doesn't know at all.
"I think.... I understand in part now. Both my own struggle with this and... perhaps the best way to mend it."
Darios reaches his hand over and his finger gently presses against Lukas' bottle. "You are one of few people who's known, both of me now and how I was when I first arrived." A mess to put it into a few words.
"We'll be docking soon... but if it's no trouble, may I tug on your ear for these matters again. I promise then that the ale will be better than this."
Lukas nods, "Yes, I should think so. We cannot overcome that which we continue to deny about ourselves. Having flaws does not make you an unworthy or lesser person, especially if you are actively making an effort to understand and curb some of these issues."
Ignoring them got you nowhere, and in some cases, only made those behaviors worse.
It was hardly an easy effort, but acknowledging that certain reactions or thoughts were counterproductive could lead to good, solid personal improvement. Only looking at the good was seeing half of the whole picture.
"This is a place of learning, you must remember," he says, lightly tinged with humor. "Not only for those enrolled as students. Just...try to remind yourself that you are on your own timetable, not anyone else's."
Red eyes flit down to the bottle, now about to go untouched by either of them.
"Of course. You do not even need to bribe me with drink for such a thing, Darios. I cannot promise I will always be able to deliver on helpful advice, but, at the very least, I can promise you a listening ear and support." Lukas didn't know if they'd see much of each other once they reached their destination, as these missions were known to do, but they had become something of companions by this point, and he was hardly about to leave Darios to figure things out on his own.
Hopefully they would both come out of this still moving towards their right path.
[ END ]
by the end of the night horses will be talking || lukas & darios
toaexpedition2026 - mess hall
Does it really? Darios has asked himself that time and time again. Does he really care about these people? Does he give a damn whether their lives are easy or difficult, whether they smile or cry? His hand grips tightly on the handle of his cup and he grinds his teeth against one another so much that it hurts. "It must. It must lest I wouldn't be so frustrated with this useless feeling!" He hardly means to raise his voice, nor does he mean to let such a pained expression run over his face.
If he didn't care it would be easy. It would be far less difficult but he does not because he must but because he simply does. Would he care if a king's blood did not course through his veins? He knows not the answer for it is not the reality he lives. All he knows now is that he does.
Hearing of the man Lukas serves, of the advice that time must be taken and should things not work... there is elsewhere to look.
"The man you speak of, if he were to make a mistake, would he ever change his path?" What path is offered to a man who must be king? Is it not a calling that boils the blood of those who don't answer it and ensures their misery for abandoning what allowed them such cushiony lives?
"Then that is worth examining," Lukas points out, inclining his head slightly with a smile. "People do not feel things for no reason. If it bothers you, if you cannot sit with it at peace, then logic dictates that it concerns something you care about -- be that altruistic or not. Perhaps it is a genuine care for those put under your responsibility, and perhaps it is merely a point of your own pride. Regardless, it must exist within you for a reason, Darios."
But, if he was going to take on this role of teacher, of guide, of king, Darios would need to be able to look inwards and find his answers. Even with outside advice, he would have to make a choice and act on what he believed.
"I do not doubt it is a...frustrating position to be in, but try to look at it this way," he offers, palms open above the table, "We all have moments in which we are prompted to grow. Some are smaller than others, others easier to see. All are important for building upon your foundations to create something uniquely yourself. Try not to look at it as a pitfall, but as an opportunity to understand yourself better. The better we know ourselves, the more we are able to able to help others around us."
Lukas makes a soft noise at that, thoughtful.
"I can hardly speak on his behalf in such things, but...In spite of what fate has thrown upon him, and mistakes he has made along the way, Alm has always endeavored to do his best by people." Of course, war was not a gentle thing, and they had shown the same bite to Rigel as had been shown to them. The shift had only come upon the siege of Rigel castle, and only once it was passed the point of no return.
Things may have ended differently, had some information been shared by Emperor Rudolf or even Sir Mycen. But dwelling in past speculative hardly did any good in the here and now.
"It has forced many harsh choices on him. He stumbled. He suffered. But he carried onward with the support of those that believed in his efforts, and he continues to do so."
March Activity Check
Status: Passed
Total Skill Points: 32 → 33 Monthly Activity SP Earned: 1 Event Activity SP Earned: -- Other SP Earned: -- Thread Completion SP Earned: --
Invested SP: +1 to Heavy Armor A → Heavy Armor A (2/3)
Accessed Classes: --
Mastered Classes: --
when you dig a hole with your friends, it's a way of avoiding committing murder
Halloween Horrors | The Folly of the Student (Week 1)
"Oh." Henry furrows his brows. Hm, Lukas has a point. "No, not common. Usually from nothingness, really. It's like a science — usually the sigil and a biiit of power is all I really need to create them. Maybe... it's the same for their cousins — your good corpse friends!"
But human body parts... even if they weren't useful for summoning the Risen themselves, he's heard of them being used for curses before. Small animals sufficed for the smaller ones; the larger ones required something more substantial, usually. Was it possible, then, that this mysterious whoever was stealing parts for that?
"Maybe curses." He's talking to himself more than he is to Lukas. A nod — again, to himself. Oh, what did his memory say? "I can see humans being used for a good ol' curse. Sometimes, a strong curse requires more than just magic and willpower!"
He grins, then kneels next to Lukas and the hand. Shovel still in grip, he pokes the hand, one finger at a time. Ooh, it's stiff. And kinda stinks! Must be somewhat fresh, if he can still see flesh, but— "Y'know, I don't think this would have been good for a curse though. It's kinda," poke, poke, "drained. Seems like it's been here for a while!"
"But then," he hums, trying to think, before breaking out into laughter, "we really are back at our initial question, huh?" Why would someone collect these limbs?
So, therein laid the difference. Henry's explanation made it clear that the corpse soldiers he knew didn't require the actual corpse, or any body part at all no matter how small, in order to create them. So that line of thought was likely not the one they should be following if they wanted to understand who had done this and why.
Lukas shakes his head.
"The ones I am most familiar with require a body. It is less a science and more...a corruption of the old Gods' power."
What a strange crossroads this was. Where magic and science brushed up against one another.
Curses...?
Lukas looks back to the removed hand, contemplative. If this person was utilizing these parts for curses, they were certainly going out of their way to stockpile quite a lot of them. Which, true or not, did bring him to an obvious thought that hadn't struck him until now.
"If that's true, and you do not think these corpses would have the...energy required...I wonder if our grave robber came to the same conclusion eventually. Realized they would need something fresher, or a better way to store them to avoid the rot and decay weakening the limbs."
Which meant they needed to look at more recent graves that had been disturbed, easily accessible scenes of battle that had casualties missing limbs and anyone that may have been doing their research on cold storage. One could use ice magic all they liked, but if you didn't have the correct set up for preserving that cold, it would need to be reapplied far too frequently.
"I think we need to finish up here, and begin asking around the town for anyone who has noticed activity in odd hours. Anyone expressing an interest in preservation methods. Even comings and goings of suspicious cargo -- they would need some way to move all these limbs, be it a cart or a bag, and depending on how many they were taking at a time, someone may have noticed something out of the usual routine."
[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now. I just sent you an email with a copy of the THINK sheets. It's pretty self explanatory, just have the kids fill it out when they need to think about their action. You can print off in the office and have a few on hand in your classroom
[ TXT ] : even just the threat of having to fill one out fixes allot of behavior issues lol.
[ TXT ] : Rest assured, you will be quite missed by the students and they'll be happy to have you back when you return.
[ TXT ] : Hopefully I won't have a need to bring them out, but I can see how that would cut off most undesirable behavior before it gets out of hand. I'll be sure to utilize it when necessary.
[ TXT ] : Thank you, and may your trip be safe and smooth, Camilla.
[ TXT ] : Why are you still awake?
[ TXT ] : Charming as you are, even someone like you won't look very pleasant with dark circles.
[ TXT ] : Get some sleep. I don't like sparing my time to eyesores.
[ TXT ] : I'm starting to think I should switch my status to invisible at this rate.
[ TXT ] : I see. So physical aesthetics outweigh proper preparation and competency.
[ TXT ] : My performance won't be affected. Your concerns are noted.
[ TXT ] : Why are you still awake?
[ TXT ] : Don't we have a meeting tomorrow morning?
[ TXT ] : Go to bed.
[ TXT ] : I'm not going to share my notes if you fall asleep because of this.
[ TXT ] : Ah, it has indeed gotten quite late. I hadn't realized.
[ TXT ] : We do. I was getting in a little extra reading in to commit to memory beforehand, but it seems I got carried away.
[ TXT ] : Careful, one might mistake you for sounding concerned. But, you are right.
[ TXT ] : My, my. Caring after my sleep schedule and offering your prized notes? I suppose I'd best earn such generosity.
[ TXT ] : Goodnight, and get some rest as well, Elrean.
WHAT ENTERS THE ROOM BEFORE YOU DO?
The Caution
You arrive quietly, like a breath taken before speaking. You choose where to stand. Where to sit. Who to look at. Your presence isn’t loud but it’s deliberate, weighted with attention. People often miss you at first. That’s fine. You’re not here to be consumed immediately. You are gathering information, reading undercurrents, noticing what isn’t being said. When you do engage, it’s precise. Thoughtful. Real. And by then, you’ve already seen everything.
Colours: Slate, mist grey, muted sage
Scene: Sitting near a window, watching reflections more than faces, storing details you’ll remember later.
[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?
[ TXT ] : (i hear a bunch of clanking??)
[ TXT ] : My most sincere apologies for the noise at such a late hour.
[ TXT ] : Would you believe the gathering at the park ran late, and subsequently we ended up getting dinner at a drive through?
[ TXT ] : I dropped my helmet and my munchie meal.
[ TXT ] : There will be more clanging as I clean up, but may I offer you the oreo matcha shake I saved from joining the rest on the floor as compensation?
