Nix: *faux-angry* “Blackcurrant Sex Bomb Cassis, why didn’t you tell me Fwoom was sending out fifty four new bath bombs at once?!”
Blackcurrant: “They’re what?!”
Nix: “Fif-- y- you mean you didn’t know?”
Blackcurrant: “W- well, yes, I did, someone floated the idea and I set it in motion, but - but they were supposed to wait until I’d gotten back from my break to do it! At least, that’s what I asked them to do...”
Nix: “I mean, I can see why they’d rush it - they all look fucking great, BC. There’s one that’s, like, a kappa, and some with like gold or silver bolts on top... who’d keep those designs to themselves?”
Blackcurrant: “Heh, yeah. That’s true.”
Nix: “And hey. If they trust themselves enough to make decisions without you, that means they trust you to step down when you’re ready, too.” *licks his plate* “So I’d - mm - take that as a net positive.” *hovers above faer plate* “...you mind if I-?”
Blackcurrant: “Oh no, feel free.”
Nix: “Thanks, babe.” *licks it up* “Mmm, god... See, Karma? That’s how you clean plates in this house.”
Karma: *is very tired and only a day old*