among the ever-expanding list of things ria loved about herself were her unmatched variety skills. she could take on any show, any odd youtube video, hell, she could take on anyone, rookie or veteran. she sat on a golden throne built by her solo stans and proudly wore a SELF-PROCLAIMED FACE OF THE GROUP crown on her head. thus, it was no surprise to her ( or rather, she didn’t want to admit to being surprised ) that hinata would come to her for help. indeed, ria saw herself as an advice vending machine… though said advice was of mediocre quality at best.
“ wow !! really ?? coming to me for help, are we ?? oh, i’m flattered, ” she said in a honey-sweet, melodious tone filled to the brim with fake modesty. “ leave it to the EXPERT !! first of all, if some ugly guy gives you his number, turn him down. that’s the #1 rule. … so, like, what else do you want to know ?? ” drawing a blank already – that’s the imposter syndrome taking over.
“You do the most variety stuff, so it makes the most sense to ask you!” Hinata said. She probably wouldn’t ask Ria for advice on, say... rapping, but she was definitely the expert on variety. “I know there’s cue cards when you host, but how much do you need to rely on them? Is there a trick to remembering it? I’m worried about coming off too stiff... is there a good way to keep it engaging or is it just better to stick to the script?”