Netherworld Lemonade stand!

[beryls_lackey]

[Action:

In the Main Hall a large stand has been set up. According to the sign on it, it is selling fresh hand squeezed Lemonade. Standing there are Kyoko and Raspberyl, offering lemonade to everyone who passes by]

Lemonade. Fresh Lemonade for sale. We have regular and sugar free! All proceeds go to help the diabetic demons foundation!

Comments

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[Why, could that be "Jerwiks Konstapple", the suspicious proprietor of the "charity gambling" kiosk, who had abruptly disappeared in a smokey explosion along with all the money, leaving nothing behind but a black cat who wandered off?]

[Naw, couldn't be. This has to be a completely different person. Jerwiks certainly wouldn't wear that odd cat-earred cloak over a school outfit. Not to mention, Jerwiks was a guy, and this person is clearly a woman]

Isn't lemonade bad for your teeth?

[She doesn't have that weird accent Jerwiks was using, either]

[beryls_lackey]

[Kyoko is too trusting, and make no connection to Jerwiks at all]

As long as you brush your teeth 3 times a day, a few glasses of lemonade will not do any damage.

[save_load]

Uh huh.

How much for a glass?

[beryls_lackey]

10 Hell for a small glass. 25 Hell for a big glass, and 50 Hell for a Big Gulp. I designed the art on that myself.

[On the Big gulp is a wrap around picture of Beryl, with a word bubble that says, "Remember to drink slow and enjoy the taste!"]

[save_load]

Cute. She your girlfriend or something?

[beryls_lackey]

Oh my now. She is just My Lady.

[save_load]

'Your' lady, huh?

Pretty possessive there.

[do_a_beryl_roll]

Hey now! Don't talk like I'm not here! I'm her lady in the same way that I'm Asuka's lady. We're not lovers!

[save_load]

Don't know who Asuka is. You could have a harem for all I know.

[beryls_lackey]

My apologies My Lady.

Asuka and myself are understudies of Raspberyl here. We vowed to help her achieve ultimate badassness, and try to be as much of a delinquent as she is.

[save_load]

I... didn't ask.

Whatever, I just want a small cup.

[beryls_lackey]

[Kyoko gets a small cup of lemonade, and hands it to DK]

That will be 10 Hell please.

[save_load]

[DK hands over 10 HL in exchange... HL she earned from her fake betting pool!... not that money is particularly identifiable in that manner]

[And Doomkitty's disembodied voice of a narrator, still sounding like one John Rhys-Davies, suddenly chimes in-]

"It's a perfectly normal cup of perfect lemonade."

[Doomkitty sniffs at it-]

"It smells like lemonade."

[beryls_lackey]

But of course. I don't lie.

[save_load]

If you say so.

[Doomkitty doesn't drink it, though. It... disappears into her inventory]