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[allyisun]

[The message opens on Allison trying to look Very Serious. She'd be steepling her fingers except the camera is on one of her wrists and that'd mess things up.]

So. Unlimited shopping funds. Along with having fun and treating ourselves, what I see here is an Opportunity.

Behold, your bar and café-

[The view pans over the bar on the side of the mess hall and then the café counter next door.]

Decent, yes. Serviceable. Quaint. But basically just an afterthought tacked onto the mess hall. But! Especially with the ship's growing population... What if we went big?

I'm talking getting our own room and making a snazzy new dedicated bar-and-cafe! Custom tables! Lounge chairs! Jukeboxes! Maybe a dance floor. Nachos.

[Her spiel over, Allison suddenly takes a -10 penalty to all confidence rolls.]

So, uh, what does everybody think? And like... What do you want out of a café and/or bar?

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[squadgoals]

Absolutely. Limited time offer to act like a billionaire. A quadrillionaire.

Everyone settles down some time. One day you're buying a line of shots for everyone at the bar, next thing you know you're micromanaging the furnishings in your apartment.

[beat;]

Oh my god. I'm boring and practical.

[allyisun]

[Well, that breaks Allison into a fit of snorts and giggles.]

Shit, we should start a really well-organized and unexciting club.

[squadgoals]

Nuh uh. I refuse to encourage this. Next thing you know, I'll be making scrapbooks unironically.

[allyisun]

[Well now she's just straight up laughing, because she has the image of Shepard in her grandma's clothes, cutting bits of paper and photos and pasting them into oversized books.]