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You all have a pleasant time together looking up to the stars and the city pollution refraining you from admiring them to their fullest. But what is fulfilling are these rations that you will describe as “daring” for trying to pass as food. Your mean mental critique doesn’t bring you joy, just like the food; this is just a fact of life. Everyone else believes these are more than passable, so you won’t bring your issues up. You will bottle this pain. Not like you weren’t used to bad food before your life turned around.
Your only joy is feeding Odetta and for her to remark how untasty it is. Her eyes didn’t go slot machine mode, so she’s not lying. Your only ally in this world of meek food.
Everyone is learning bits and pieces about each other during the meal, nothing that you’re unfamiliar with, not that they’re sharing intimate details, just the mundane between a paranormal detective, a paranormal spy, a greedy martial artist, a widow with ties with a doomsday cult, and you, the normal one.
They remarked that the stairway to this spot was built by the owners of the inn long ago. It has been set up for campers, having a bunch of rocks circling around an obvious fire spot. Kinda neat. You could’ve had a Barbecue, but again, you’re bottling this pain.
“Hey, everyone, there’s something I want to show you. But we need to hold hands in a circle.” You wiggle your arms as you find the perfect opportunity to talk.
Quietly but quickly, the group holds hands together, except for Odetta. She’s still a burrito roll. You have to place your hand on top of her head in prime petting position. You activate your ability so everyone can perceive the stars without light pollution…
“It’s a beautiful vista…” Fiora is in awe.
“This is way more blue than I thought it’d be.” Matilda remarks. Is that really the first thing that came to her mind?
“Looks like a photo from those suicidal robots we launch to other planets.” Odetta appears to have some astronomy interest.
“They’re so tiny and precious…” Wilma is having a tender moment. “There’s an old belief that if you look at the same star with someone else, their true feelings will reflect back on you.”
“Like, romantically?” You wonder.
“The legend is about two lovers, so it’s likely.” Wilma giggles. “That is how it was in Xumenlo.” You don’t remember that. You think the tomato is making this up.
“Very neat, just like my cool trick, huh?” You joke.
“Don’t push it, you’ll ruin the moment.” Odetta wants a peaceful stargazing.
“Me? You were talking about suicidal robots first.” You frown.
