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“Stick to answering my questions, please.” You maintain the seriousness as you slowly push the Chocolate Bufu forwards for her to eat.
The Spy Dragon looks down at the Bufu, then back at you, you raise one eyebrow then subtly up your chin to give her the go-ahead. She turns to the Bufu once again, then back at you, puzzled and confused.
“...Don’t tell me you don’t like Chocolate?” You couldn’t have made this mistake…
“You want me to eat this?” The Spy Dragon asks back.
“Did you forget my request?” You aren’t playing here.
The Spy Dragon stays still. “I don’t mind chocolate.”
“Cool.” You nod. “Eat it before it melts.”
The Spy Dragon doesn’t move.
“We’re in a public restaurant.” You point in case she’s afraid that something has been done to the dessert.
“There’s no public.” The gloomy lady retorts.
“An *unpopular* public restaurant.” You clarify. Scarlet would kill you if she heard you now. To be fair, you’re talking about this specific building.
“This is a fast food joint.” The Slapped Dragon disagrees as she notices the details on the walls.
“Point is, the dessert is safe for consumption.” You are direct.
“…This *is* a fast food joint.” The Spy Dragon still believes the food is unsafe for other reasons.
“Do you want to eat it or not…?” You are trying to be nice.
“No.” The Spy Dragon isn’t in the mood.
You two seem to be in a strange stalemate.
>>How do you respond?
>“B-But it’s chocolate! Chocolate Bufu! I know you’re going to love it!” Push the issue.
>“Can you even move? Do you want me to help?” Maybe she’s hurting too much to enjoy it!
>“You’re very rude, you know that?” Take the Chocolate Bufu and eat it.
>“It’s yours, do what you want with it.” You won’t force her to do anything.
>Write In.
>>What’s next?
>Ask the Spy Dragon about who she is and what her deal is.
>Ask the Spy Dragon why she wanted to be chopped for 8 minutes straight.
>Attempt to hire the Spy Dragon.
>Inform the Spy Dragon she needs to pay her debts. You won the duel…
>Write In.
