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August thought Ra was so cool for picking his own name. For a moment he let his mind wander, thinking about what he'd call himself if he had the chance to pick but couldn't come up with anything on the spot. August was good enough. "An actor? What does he act in?" he looked back at his friend, his eyes slightly widened. August had been surrounded by celebrities most of his life but an actor was almost like an artist and August adored artists.

"Um, we brought Zombies!!! and uh, exploding kittens- why do these sound so violent?" he was looking into the bag and then at Koichi who was hanging back with Ra. Koichi shrugged at him like he knew nothing of it and smiled cheekily. That bastard wanted to explode kittens!

"They grow up so fast, huh," Koichi joked, then looked back at the other, his head slightly tilting at the mention of the VIP lounge. Curious. He didn't mention anything about it and instead followed the other to join the other two. He had to admit Ra's choice of drink sounded more appealing than flavoured soju, being a big coffee drinker and all, and used to drinking sake back at home rather than sweet things like cherry soju.

In contrast, August bounced on the spot when he saw the bottles of soju, picking the green apple without hesitation. "Might as well drink something fun while we're at it," he defended Sanori, grinning. He was no stranger to getting wasted but he liked his drinks to taste good while he was at it.

"Oooh, strip poker," August nudged Sanori and took out Zombies!!! out of the bag, maybe that could be the second game they play. "Perhaps we're in the wrong company for that," the pink-haired man laughed. August gasped like he was visibly hurt. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

What a night (the stars shine brightest for us) - Sanori&Yeomra&August&Koichi

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Although they both came from rich families, their backgrounds were vastly different. The Tabris family line married for face, collecting people who looked good in the eyes of others like they were building a resume. They were proud and wanted to be known for their influence. Marriage, in his family, meant representing their values. It was the end of youthful recklessness to settle into a stoic role where you lost yourself so you would do anything you were told to uphold the family's face because those values correlated heavily with their ancestors.

The ancestors. His family would do anything to please them. They believed they were of ethereal blood and had to act the part so one day they would be as glorious as the ancestors were. August was in the way of such glory with his bad attitude and carelessness. His family wanted him settled so he would adopt the graceful and cold demeanour his parents and older siblings presented, something he'd never possessed. Too often had he been told he acted like his uncle instead, the crazy one.

His parents hadn't married for love like Ethirdil's. They, too, married for face. His father had been lucky to be chosen by the Tabris family and he had felt the pressure to fit that role which was why he was even harder on the fairy than his mother was. August wasn't going to be an embarrassment. His father would not have given the Tabris family a child who disrespected the ancestors. He just didn't know how to tell Ethirdil any of that.

His gaze snapped back to the high elf's when he was asked if he even listened, fire starting in his eyes. August could never see what the other offered in the way he meant it. In his core, he was incredibly insecure and afraid of abandonment, all because of how he'd been raised. Told countless of times if he was himself nobody would stand him. Abandoned and left on his own when he needed comfort. Of course he would think Ethirdil wanted to abandon him too. "You don't get it," he gritted through his teeth, locking eyes with one of the caterers who had just walked in, took one look at them and knew better to almost stumble out of the room. Now that it was just the two of them, it became increasingly harder to contain his anger.

"I don't want a whirlwind romance!" he pushed himself away from the counter, his voice louder now that it was just the two of them, hardly caring if they were listening in through the door. "You're one to talk about some big muscular guy when you're the one who'd rather fuck one than your own fiance," he spat back. According to their ancestors, marriages were holy in a sense. They did not marry for love but they would learn to love. They were bound together eternally and they weren't to ever break that bond by unfaithfulness or they would face the ancestor's judgement. It was one thing August truly feared because he knew Ethirdil wouldn't be faithful to him, why would he be? This wasn't a real marriage to him. He only hoped the judgement would be passed to himself and not the high elf, for not being able to make the other love him enough.

The sound of the shattering glass made him gasp and his anger boiled over in an instant. "You think I don't want this just because I wouldn't want to marry you? Because I'm after some big dick and a fantasy romance? I'm about to lose my autonomy to my family. I can't be the same person anymore and it scares me. What's so fucking bad about wanting something in return? Yeah, I want my own person. But I'm not your type and you won't be in love with me. But you said we're lucky," with his arm, he swiped everything from the counter onto the floor, thankfully the bottles of wine weren't targeted and it was just glasses and cutlery. He hissed when he felt the burn of iron from something he'd swiped, clutching his arm to his chest.

"If you disappear now, I'm not going to magically find some fantasy romance but I'll be married off to the next person who walks in the door, losing my best friend and myself. Your attempt at being selfless isn't wanted right now." His cheeks were tinted red too as he stared at the glass that was being offered to him. He felt so angry and defeated and the skin of his arm was bright red.

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"We're pretty much self-sustaining," he continued, the other's excitement egging him on. Sometimes he forgot just how well they had it, the little joys getting lost among all the pressure he felt. Even on worst days though, nature had always calmed him and been there for him when nobody else was. "I do like to help out with the crops, though it's kind of second nature. I think I spend more time in the fields and the forests than my siblings though," he chuckled at some of the memories that had popped up, "Enough to get scolded sometimes."

His hands were proof of his work. His fingers had faded scars from all the times something sharp had slipped and his fingers looked like they'd been well trained for tough work. Most of the roughness had come from his hobby though. "It's taken a lot of practice," he confirmed about the bow and arrow, "at the same time it's somehow peaceful. You concentrate on one thing and you can hear the arrow whistle when it flies through the forest." His eyes immediately lit up from the invitation and he was quick to let a box thump onto the floor that he was in the process of moving down. "Really? That sounds amazing! Maybe if I bring gloves.." he muttered the last part, tapping on his lower lip with his index finger.

"I'm starving," he groaned, only realising that when he was asked. Before Zitao could even say more, he'd already moved to the kitchen to watch the other's every move to memorise how the kitchen worked. "You must be the best roomie anyone could ever wish for!"

Glitter enters the chat ~ august & zitao

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August was bad at puppy eyes- his eyes were more fox-like with a twinkle of mischief in them almost at all times. So, when he tried to look all innocent after Hemlock corrected him they'd in fact already saved him once before, he looked more like he'd just had a good time. Which he had. Unfortunately for the other, Hemlock's dislike was completely lost on him.

"It's magical," he grinned, patting off some of the glitter from his own jacket. At the question, without thinking much about it, he lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers, then gasped so hard he almost choked on his own breath. "Wait- you think I'm dumb?" he put the hand on his hip, "You know, I'm able to make flowers bloom and grow. Call a fairy silly for being curious if another can do that too."

Well, guess they had had their fun for the evening. He wouldn't fight Hemlock on the matter of going home, he'd definitely already had enough adrenaline for one night. "Safe and sound in a demon's company," he hummed, somehow pleased.

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The scrunch of Ethirdil's nose made the fairy chuckle. Such a simple action as serving cake for the other made him feel all light and floaty, or perhaps that was the sugar rush kicking in. "This one's out," he pushed the cake away by its serving plate, agreeing with his fiance. Whatever the high elf didn't like, they'd leave off the list. If only he could do that with more than just the food.

He pressed his lips together as he thought of the amount of journalists who would be writing about the day of their wedding. How they would critique and pick it apart as well. He could almost hear his mother tut at him already for not knowing how to behave to the family's standards, his stomach turning uncomfortably. Then again, that scolding had never come when Ethirdil was there during their engagement party. The high elf had been his shield that evening and it felt comforting to know that perhaps he could be that again.

He followed the other and took the drink that was poured to him, sniffing it before he took a sip. It smelled divine and tasted even better, making him let out a happy noise in the back of his throat. He was lucky he got to swallow before Ethirdil leaned in to whisper to him or he would've choked on the wine. The words made him flinch like the other had physically hurt him. "What?" he said a little too loudly, emptying his lungs with a big exhale. "Just ten minutes ago you said we were lucky. You made me believe we're lucky. Now you want to disappear?" he tried his best to keep his voice quiet even if his ears were turning red from the intensity of the ache in his chest.

"No, I'm not doing this again with someone else," he placed the drink down and crossed his arms firmly, his eyebrows knitting. "You said you'd stay by my side. You can't take that back ten minutes later. Would you prefer that they find me a stranger next? Someone I can barely stand or who barely stands me?" He looked away, the sugar rush turning towards a crash at a rapid speed as his mood soured. The fairy had never been very good at regulating his emotions, tending to go from one extreme to another in a flash. Of course Ethirdil wanted to leave. August wasn't his problem then. He could be passed on to the next person, and the next, and so on, like a stray cat nobody wanted.

"What's the sense in doing any of this if you're just going to disappear," he said weakly, the joy he'd felt a moment ago drifting away. He was much more sensitive about the subject than even he expected to be but here they were.

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If August was flirting right now, Zitao would know. But instead he was simply giving his opinion to the question pointed at him, it wasn't like the scenario he'd instantly created in his head had included Zitao. August didn't even know if Zitao was a bad guy! Maybe that's not the best requirement.

"Oh-," he made a sound of realisation, nodding slowly. Partners. It was almost funny how the entire word held so much complexity to him now when it used to be so clear in the past. "Well, I hope you're alright with sharing space with another fairy! We have a pretty good track record, huh?" he grinned, a glint of mischievousness in it.

It was sort of endearing to watch someone as big as the alien before him with a mini-computer like Kandi when it returned to the alien's side. Even though that's basically what Zitao had called the pup, it still was much like a living being to the fairy and he'd treat the pup as such. Ah, August had so much love to give.

"That and a lot more, one could say," he looked away then, scanning the boxes at the foot of his bed now that his family was mentioned. "We grow our own flowers, fruits, and vegetables. They're prime quality because of our magic," with the mention of it, he sprinkled a little bit of glitter from his fingers, though he had nothing to direct his magic on right now. "We live in the woods and our farms surround our homes so you know, it's really beautiful if you like that sort of thing." Finishing that sentence, he shrugged as if that's the most normal living situation, and began to unpack the first box.

Pulling out a few trinkets for his nightstand, he flashed another toothy grin at the alien, "not guns, but I do shoot arrows." He was allergic to many metals and while bows were already not permitted in his family, his entire bloodline would probably cease to exist if he touched a firearm. "I've only seen guns in action movies. John Wick? That's a great one."

Glitter enters the chat ~ august & zitao

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"Yes, I mean- can't we all sometimes feel it?" he asked, frowning hard. He didn't think he had a specific power to feel such things like these but it was instinctual sometimes, right? August was so confused by it all that he was now questioning it even himself. Then, he held his breath for a second, Steve's words sinking in. Ethir left? Surely he wouldn't just leave. He had promised August to stand by him no matter what but the fairy had little confidence when it came to things like that. Maybe Ethirdil had changed his mind after all.

"I..," he tried to make sense of the mess in his head, taking a gulp of soju to hopefully sort himself out a little. "We're friends- It's an arranged engagement," he tried to clear up on the confusing part. It wasn't that odd, they were friends who were going to be married. It wasn't more confusing than that.. right? "He wouldn't just.. He promised to stay," he added, more quietly, like he was muttering it to himself while he stared off into distance, momentarily spacing out.

"No," he shook his head, slowly starting to feel crazy- like this conversation wasn't going anything like he'd imagined. Was this how his uncle felt? Then, before he could sink too deep into those poisonous thoughts, his attention was caught by the other's words about social media. "Even if Ethir really did leave, he'd never stop being online. He's always online. And he's not the type to hide, he wouldn't hide away just because he doesn't want to see me. He'd just.. keep living his life," he gained some sort of confidence after saying that. Whenever he wasn't letting the voice in his head tell him stories, the truth comforted him. Ethirdil would say it to his face if he no longer wanted anything to do with him, he was sure of it.

He chewed on his plush lower lip as theories began to form in his head about his uncle and this entire situation. The owlite. He'd had no luck with them- literally. He wasn't sure if Gil wanted to prove his worth to the family, if he wanted to appease the ancestors, or if there was something else he didn't know about, but Ethirdil was lucky and knowing that made him nervous. That was the exact connection he'd made. Everything else was uncertain. "Ethir has luck," he said, tapping on the glass in his hand, "like, actual luck. Things just go his way. And.. I don't know. That night when we found the owlite.. owlites are supposed to be lucky, right? The maps, the notes.. I don't have a good feeling about all of this."

He's been gone since yesterday ~ august & steve

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How could one forget August indeed. He tended to be overly excited, extroverted, and never quiet. But Baekhyun had met the opposite of him that day in the caves, he was probably in for quite a surprise once the fairy got started. "Great! I know this really good sushi place- Sanori took me there on one of my first days at the Academy, do you know Sanori? He used to live in the dorm next to me but then I had to move dorms because I kinda annoyed my old roommate and then I started rooming with this big naum and he's been nice so far, he has a puppy but the puppy is actually a robot and I'm not sure how to feel about that, we don't really have that much technology at home since we live in the woods," he was barely taking a breath between all of the words pouring out of him.

While all of that was happening, he was already taking the lead on where they should head once Baekhyun was ready. He tended to never have that talk with people back and forth about what to do or where to go- if the other person didn't come up with anything, he surely would in the matter of seconds. No I don't knows. "Anyway, how long have you been taking Archery classes? I'm so jealous, I come here to watch because my parents would never let me take a class like this," although he could be considered an adult, in his family, elders had full control over pretty much everything the younger generation did until they had proven themselves worthy of autonomy. August was far from that and was watched more closely than others.

"I know my way around a bow though so if you ever need help.." his voice trailed off as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans, flashing the other a bright smile. He was hoping they could perhaps bond over something like this, he'd never had a chance to have someone to discuss archery or bows with and it was one of his favorite pastimes.

Sunsprite & sunshine ~ august & baekhyun

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Eloping sounded like such a silly idea. Perhaps because he'd never thought something like that was possible, not in his family anyway. But Ethirdil had a point- he always did. August's eyes practically sparkled when he saw all the different cakes, eager to try all of them. He was a bit of a child at heart, though sometimes the bit became a lot, especially when sugar was involved. "Oh my god, all of it looks amazing," he muttered with a sigh, letting go of the high elf to skip to the counter.

He was happy to take the piece offered to him and made a sound of pure joy when all the flavours mingled on his tongue. "It's so good," he groaned after swallowing, wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb. "I don't think I've ever had elven bread, we'll have plenty," he decided, now excited; a little bit of sugar mixed with a little bit of Ethir was all it took and his mood could easily be flipped around, the high hitting him almost instantly. Why did he ever do drugs in the first place when all he needed was a few bites of cake?

He practically jolted forward, wrapping his arms around Ethirdil's middle while his chest pressed against the high elf's back, very efficiently hugging him from behind while his chin rested on the other's shoulder to glance down at the cakes, practically vibrating out of his skin from the sugar rush. "Combining cultures sounds so romantic.." he sighed, only then realising just how absurd he was being. Unwrapping his arms before he could even properly settle, he hopped to the side and went to look for another fork instead, one of the kitchen staff giving him a look when he danced around.

"Do you happen to have wooden forks?" he asked and was presented with one before the staff minded their business. "Thank you," he sang, dancing back to the elf. "The fork tickles my lips. I think I'm a little allergic," he chuckled, his skin feeling the little bit of iron the fork had. "I wanna feed you a piece too," he looked around the cakes and decided on one with something citrusy, perhaps lemon. With a smile, he offered a bite to Ethirdil. "Spring flowers will be so beautiful," not as beautiful as the both of them, but close, "So will the butterflies." He felt incredibly pampered, getting flowers and butterflies as the decorations, on top of having foxes. How could he repay all of that?

"Vanilla and strawberry is a classic- we could ask them to use strawberries from my family's field so they taste fresh and juicy," he nodded, "Pasta bar with toppings, elven bread, and oh- I'd love to have some grilled veggies from our garden!"

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The little okay Yeosang spoke was enough for both of them, for now. They both knew that it wasn't just an empty promise, something they would brush under a rug the moment the conversation shifted. August was determined to find a way. He always did find a sneaky way to do things- strict parents raised those kinds of children.

August tsked at the cloudling's jokingly mocking way of calling him a cry baby. "Hey, if we had a crying contest, I'm not even sure which one of us would win," he retorted back, sticking his tongue out childishly. He popped the champagne bottle open without too much trouble and quickly poured the first glass, then the second, and repeated the action again when some of the foam had gone down.

One thing that had made the duo such great friends was probably the fact that socially, neither of them were very aware. August was incredibly extroverted but to a point where he didn't seem aware of other people's feelings at times; he would befriend people whether they wanted to be considered friends or not. He was like a wrecking ball when he came into people's lives; he'd force his way in and stay no matter what with his chaotic personality that sometimes did damage. Yeosang was much calmer than him but both of them were determined. They hadn't needed to force their way into each other's lives, it just sort of happened naturally.

But hearing the cloudling struggle so much with making friends hurt him. Because Yeosang was so very special, the most special of all. They didn't know what they were missing out on. "Which one takes up the most space in that pretty head of yours?" he asked with a cheeky smile as he took the glasses and made his way to the elegant couch the hotel room had, gesturing for his best friend to join him. He was especially excited to hear about the fact the cloudling had met a boy but it felt too selfish to skip there first. However, there was one thing he knew; if anyone was giving Yeosang a hard time, August would go ham on their ass. And the fairy was scary when he got angry.

Skincare & gossip ~ august & yeosang

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Somewhere along the way of their serious conversation, Ethirdil had managed to lift his spirits, as always. He knew he could go to the high elf with his troubles and come back feeling refreshed in a way, soothed almost. The fairy had that kind of personality- he needed another person's firm guidance at times or he got lost in his own head, in the terrifying things that at times went on in there. Although he could never pinpoint it on something, a lot of that fear he had in him was created by his parents and older siblings who, when he didn't follow orders, tried to scare him into submission. It had worked, in a way.

But now he had Ethirdil- his parents thought the other was a good option to keep him in line and yet he was the one who was giving August independence. On days when he was terrified, he could simply think about the high elf and what he'd do in the fairy's situation and it would immediately be a little easier to breathe. His eyes practically sparkled at the other's promise to stay by his side; the words were like sweet nectar to his immense fear of abandonment. August just needed to hear it at times, needed that reassurance.

He watched the other speak of his dream wedding and he couldn't help but smile as he imagined it and he wouldn't say that he knew the other was being genuine, those were things he noticed about Ethirdil, but also knew not to point out. "You want us to elope?" he asked with a big grin on his face, his eyes still slightly wet from all the earlier emotions but it just made them sparkle more. "It sounds beautiful," he said, a little quieter. "Even the part where we'll drink until we pass out," he laughed then, taking a hold of the high elf's wrist. "Come, do you think the kitchen is ready for taste testing the food?"

Since they were already here, he wanted to cram as many things in the day as they could fit. They had already fit elephants and foxes, a few pieces of cake should be an easy pick at this point. Even though they were joking around about most of it, August took food seriously. Well, that was probably because his family made and sold their own produce, go figure. "Since we're having like- a million guests, we could pick a few different cakes, right? Oh- would you like a flower theme? What if they were pretty colors and had different flowers on them-" he was going off again, his steps becoming faster from the excitement, "we could take full advantage of the forest theme and make all the food feel.. forest-y. What do you think?"

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August would agree that they were pretty to look at- to a certain degree. It was always also a little unnerving to look at weapons even if he technically also had one. But the fairy had never used his bow to harm anyone and he hoped he never would need to. He was no stranger to blades, his family had some for their monthly rituals, but he usually refused to touch them. Not something his older siblings or his parents were very happy about. So, all he did as a reply was nod.

He thought of his first bow; how one of the older faeries had decided to gift it to him after they saw him looking at it every time they crossed paths; he was far more fascinated with it than the fairy who'd owned it for decades, in their words. They demanded August would have it and so he did, cherishing the gift by practicing diligently. He'd come a long way since then. Not that he would ever ask for a weapon from Jiwoo, but she also probably wouldn't make him one. "Ah, makes sense," he commented, his expression concentrated. In all honesty, it was making him a little queasy because he kept thinking about where he'd seen her before.

His attention snapped from the weapons to Jiwoo, his stomach turning. He was receiving more information than he bargained for and it made him question whether he'd made the right decision to make a school project out of this. But he already had the interview and the ideas- even ones he couldn't put on paper. "I never thought people would intentionally cause more pain," he said under his breath, frowning a little.

It was a tempting offer, to try a new set of arrows. But he didn't want to give her the wrong idea that they were similar kind of people- or that she'd ask more of him. He couldn't deliver. He barely had nerves left and when his phone suddenly buzzed, he jumped and clicked to stop the recording. "Oh damn," he muttered, relieved on the inside. "I didn't realise the time, I actually have to get going- thank you so much for all of your time and information, if you want to see what I ended up using, I can email the finished product," he rushed to gather his bag and with a wave, left the shop. Thankfully with his life intact.

Interview with a hitman ~ august & jiwoo

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August had come to watch the archery class plenty of times, dreaming of joining in. His parents would never allow him to, they said there were more important things to learn, like how to run a business and be successful. They demanded a lot from him and fun and his enjoyment was not on that list. So instead, he'd watch the class and practice on his spare time. Years ago, one of the elders back home had given him their bow after they'd seen how interested in it he was; ever since, he'd practiced endlessly in the forest and even learned to make his own arrows.

Today was no exception. He'd watched half of the class, arriving a little late because of a class of his own. This time he'd paid extra attention on one person though; Baekhyun. He was now able to connect the face to the name his best friend had spoken plenty of times; that was Yeosang's roommate. Ethirdil knew him. He hadn't expected the circles to be so small- and yet somehow the two had never really crossed paths.

He owed Baekhyun though, big time. He'd been a big part of saving the fairy from whatever those creepy things were that had captured him in the first place. August was so grateful about it, yet he hadn't had the chance to thank him properly. So he waited until the class was over to speed walk over to him before he could get away, grinning widely when he reached him. "Hi!" he greeted brightly. "August," he pointed at himself, unsure whether the other would recognise him without the blood, dirty hair, and teary eyes. He'd been a proper mess last time. "Wanna grab lunch? A drink? It's on me, I kinda owe you a thanks."

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Sunsprite & sunshine ~ august & baekhyun

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Sunsprite & sunshine ~ august & baekhyun

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⋆ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ ☀︎ love languages, part two: quality time.

add [ reverse ] to change sender and receiver's roles. can be used for platonic interactions too!

[ activity ] sender agrees to do something that they're not necessarily interested in, but know that receiver likes.

[ arcade ] sender takes receiver to an arcade.

[ art ] sender and receiver go to a gallery together.

[ beach ] sender and receiver have a beach day.

[ berries ] sender and receiver go berry picking.

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together.

[ dance ] sender and receiver dance together.

[ gardens ] sender and receiver spend an afternoon at a local garden/butterfly park/etc.

[ first ] sender surprises receiver by recreating their first meeting/first date.

[ fort ] receiver comes home to find sender has made a blanket fort for them.

[ market ] sender and receiver attend the farmers' market together.

[ picnic ] sender takes receiver out for a picnic. ( could be combined with some of the other prompts. )

[ spa ] sender and receiver have a spa day together.

[ skating ] sender takes receiver ice skating, and for hot chocolate afterwards.

[ stargazing ] sender takes receiver stargazing.

[ roadtrip ] sender takes receiver on a roadtrip without revealing their destination.

[ tea ] sender takes receiver to a fancy tea shop, for coffee and cake.

[ zoo ] sender and receiver spend a day at the zoo, giving all the animals silly names.

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