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*eavesdrops for the answer*

*wins, but in yellow*

Imagine you’re stuck at the guillotine. You can feel the vibrations of the blade swooshing down... except it’s miles high. So you’re just sitting there, helpless, with doom impending, waiting. You try to twist your head up to see when the end comes, but you’re too strapped down. So you just...

*locks doors*

Does the potion bypass the affection requirement?

M

Lost

Mist

*sticks head out window to watch the sea battle* *has a great view*

“I hear Ben909 is up. Pah. A bad morning to you. And to answer your question, I’m going to assume ‘no’, as nobody officially started a round. Though nothing’s stopping you from doing so.”

(Alas, I do not know what I’m referencing. I’m quoting the Trope, (https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MyHovercraftIsFullOfEels) and don’t know what it’s from.)

Hmm. My Morse Code is rusty, but I guess I could give it a go. *beeps back* “My spacecraft is full of eels.”

*writes in* “Good morning to all. I heard some explosions and pray nobody is dead. How doth everyone fare?”

Welp, this ritual’s botching the manuscript! You’re only allowed to eat 40k fanfictions at a time, enlightened colleague!

Strong, black coffee is a beautiful thing. +1 1

“Yes. Safe.”