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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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[allyisun]

One that serves small squishy people, not collosal metal ones.

[Climbing aboard the hand, Allison points at Riptide's face imperiously.]

Up!

[knaval]

[riptide makes a REAL GODDAMN SHOW of rolling his optics then lifts her up.]

Alright, ma'am.

[allyisun]

That's 'Alright Coffee Overlord, ma'am to you!

[She says it with a small huff, but immediately wraps her arms around Riptide's face once she's high enough.]