>>5290709>>5290385>>5290323>>5290313>>5290310>>5290304>>5290282>Attempt a cheesy, punny one-liner to seal the deal.>"Well then... I hope that you've found this date to your liking? If I managed to charm you half as much as you've charmed me, we'll call this a success."“Then.. I hope you’ve found this date to your liking?” You attempt a romantic pickup, mustering up as much suavity as you can manage. “If I’ve managed to charm you half as much as you’ve charmed me, we might call this a success, no?”
“Mmhmm, well. I suppose you did fine enough, noble–worth all of that bluster.” The lich waves her hand. “I found this date palatable enough. And these.. serials are ample enough amusement. If you allow me a glimpse through your collection on the surface, I’ll restore your huntress’ mind in trade. I would say that’s more than fair.”
“Aha–yes, well–one might say you’re <span class="mu-i">liching</span> for another date?” You press your luck.
“I suppose no men are perfect.” The lich rests her chin against her hand. “..If you’re good and done with wordplay, I can draw the lot of your party back up to the surface. I’m certain you’d like to skip a troublesome return trip. Would that be to your preference?”
“Ah–well..” You glance back down the stairs, where the few stay. “I’m to attend to one last stop on the trip. And then you can attend to our egress.”
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You enjoy a much more comfortable trip down the thrones’ stairs than up them, each footfall beneath you another step to the sun. You had thought to carry the lich down the stairs–as some manner of chivalric courtesy–but she nearly broke your back upon your first attempt, so she had to consign herself to a trip down by foot.
“Oh, you done? You–..I presume you were successful?” Emilia glances between you and the lich as you make your way down.
“Bah–twas’ child’s play. My romantic skills are peerless, after all.” You extend your arms in a show of mock pride. “The lich and I came to an.. agreement. And the huntress will get her memories back at no cost to herself. Just a bit of trade on my part–a few serials here and there..”
“Wh-what?” Millicent stares, mouth agape. “You got them back?
“Then, we’re to go to the surface, Alphonse?” The doll clasps her hands together.
>Let them know you need to attend to some business with Ava, first. A quick stop.>Say that they’ve got one last block to go to.>Write-In. 