w1 curfew: we all chose this. willingly.

[squelching]

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[squelching]

Ehh... What's wrong with her ingredients?

[riverbero]

[leaning over to answer her quietly, with a little sigh. weird that it wasn't a problem before?? well, but he can fix that later.]

[squelching]

[she blinks in surprise, opening her mouth as if to say something — before she quickly glances at the rest of the curfew crew and closes it.

after a moment:]

... Right. And that's... bad...