[This is probably a little too upbeat given the conversation, but, first off, it's always nice knowing that he's not the only one who got a thing attached to a memory he doesn't want to talk about. Second, he's really tempted to try to taste the strange pink abomination of ice cream...fuck it, he's looking for a spoon or something small so he can get a sample of it. Just a little.]
I didn't even get something useful. It was just a chess piece. [And just in case she didn't get it...] A chess piece. If I got the whole set I could play a game with someone. What am I supposed to do with just one?
[In fact, he's got it in his pocket, so: Sylvain takes out the chess piece and sets it on the counter for this woman to admire if she's so inclined. It's wooden, well made, well worn. A knight piece.
Back to the spoon search.]
I'm starting to wonder if anybody got anything...pleasant. You'd think at least one person would.
[Okay. He found a spoon, a small sample spoon, he's going to try the pink thing-]
Or if not pleasant, at least useful...
[Sylvain voice trails off because what the shit did he just put in his mouth. (It's bubblegum. He tried the bubblegum. It's a flavor that defies comprehension. He can't even continue because his taste buds aren't capable of really comprehending bubblegum flavored anything, they're just too confused.)]
ty, people ended up bringing in alcohol last Friday and not in a good, celebratory way.
[This is probably a little too upbeat given the conversation, but, first off, it's always nice knowing that he's not the only one who got a thing attached to a memory he doesn't want to talk about. Second, he's really tempted to try to taste the strange pink abomination of ice cream...fuck it, he's looking for a spoon or something small so he can get a sample of it. Just a little.]
I didn't even get something useful. It was just a chess piece. [And just in case she didn't get it...] A chess piece. If I got the whole set I could play a game with someone. What am I supposed to do with just one?
[In fact, he's got it in his pocket, so: Sylvain takes out the chess piece and sets it on the counter for this woman to admire if she's so inclined. It's wooden, well made, well worn. A knight piece.
Back to the spoon search.]
I'm starting to wonder if anybody got anything...pleasant. You'd think at least one person would.
[Okay. He found a spoon, a small sample spoon, he's going to try the pink thing-]
Or if not pleasant, at least useful...
[Sylvain voice trails off because what the shit did he just put in his mouth. (It's bubblegum. He tried the bubblegum. It's a flavor that defies comprehension. He can't even continue because his taste buds aren't capable of really comprehending bubblegum flavored anything, they're just too confused.)]