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[detectivesteamo]

The main idea is to open a small business by combining different foods to cater to various customers, despite the bittersweet feelings that come with leaving a life of theft behind. Tonight is going to be a very special day, with winter all around, and it gives her an idea to seek help from someone who can heal a secret thief. “Why, of course! Pick up the pieces of food from the market. They do check the ingredients, especially during winter, to ensure no bugs are present. You wouldn’t know if there are any.”

Jack smiled as she retrieved her bag from the junkyard. Luckily, she had recently cleaned them, so they wouldn't look like they came from a dump. Next, she holds her lollipop in her mouth to signal to her potential new friend that she's ready for the winter experience. “Did you know that many people can water their plants, even with a busy schedule? They use a water hose to make it easier. I mean, wow!”

It's likely the start, so it's better to get to work on the recipe. She smiled with her missing tooth, showing how willing she was to give the friendship a chance. “Oh, it’s going to be plenty of ingredients to fill up! We need the bread, cheese, tomatoes, and warm water!” She writes it down on a piece of paper in case they might get lost and forget what they’re trying to get. “They will be like fresh new,” she said. “Believe me on that.” She uses her mechanical pincer to lift a paper and hand it to her, hoping they don’t burn thanks to her flame powers.

[detectivesteamo]

It's likely the start, so it's better to get to work on the recipe. She smiled with her missing tooth, showing how willing she was to give the friendship a chance. “Oh, it’s going to be plenty of ingredients to fill up! We need the bread, cheese, tomatoes, and warm water!” She writes it down on a piece of paper in case they might get lost and forget what they’re trying to get. “They will be like fresh new,” she said. “Believe me on that.” She uses her mechanical pincer to lift a paper and hand it to her, hoping they don’t burn thanks to her flame powers.

“Oh. That was quick.” She had never expected to choose tomato over chicken so quickly, despite chicken soup being a popular winter favorite among the restaurant's patrons. “Actually, I thought…” Then she remembered how her “competitor” had treated her with medication, and how she aspired to be a person who was comfortable in her own skin, unbothered by appearances, just like herself as a crippled teenager. “Ah, what the heck? Come on, it’s time to bring the exact ingredients for our good people!”

[detectivesteamo]

“Oh. That was quick.” She had never expected to choose tomato over chicken so quickly, despite chicken soup being a popular winter favorite among the restaurant's patrons. “Actually, I thought…” Then she remembered how her “competitor” had treated her with medication, and how she aspired to be a person who was comfortable in her own skin, unbothered by appearances, just like herself as a crippled teenager. “Ah, what the heck? Come on, it’s time to bring the exact ingredients for our good people!”

@sinshosted

“Would you rather have tomato soup or chicken soup? Winter is here and I’m going to check if you want some!”

[detectivesteamo]

@sinshosted

“Would you rather have tomato soup or chicken soup? Winter is here and I’m going to check if you want some!”

[detectivesteamo]

Recently, a teenage girl, secretly a vigilante known as Hesper, arrived in Krat, drawn by the city's reputation for endless tragedies and death, which is also home to Pinocchio. Despite still being in training, she will see the city, leveraging her skilled martial arts. Every night, people are out here for tragic reasons, but it's also for those who will try to keep their hopes alive.

“So, calm yet a bit rough night, huh? I can say that much.” She makes an effort not to appear overexcitable, trying to keep her thoughts in check.

It appears that the young man is curled up in a field just outside of the city, silently resting among the flowers that have managed to bloom while listening to his own heart steadily thud away in his chest.

For at least right now... he is content.

[detectivesteamo]

It would be more logical to try using stitches and consider the wound closed, rather than leaving it open, which can be painful and lead to infections. However, it's a way to take lessons from wounds that reflect determination to keep fighting, no matter how hard it is. Hesper has her own way of persevering without hiding in her hideout and giving in to fear.

Then she looked at an alien, whom she assumed wouldn't express her philosophy, sounding like critics she preferred to avoid, someone like a doctor. Speaking of the doctor, it's not the way she meant to spell it out. However, she did. She shrugged it off and looked directly at her, her long, brushy hair swishing on her back. “He has four eyes, literally,” she said. Ava asked another question, and she sighed, aware that keeping her secrets open in the future would jeopardize them. “The stitches do sound like the fastest way to get it done, so let’s try to put the stitches to the test.” She lifted her leg, revealing the bloody scars, and much of her reluctance was evident. How did the young doctors learn to give stitches? Did watching the video and walking in the streets inspire her interest in the work style?

It's hard to believe that Ava took her time to tend to her wounds, despite the intense interaction she had with someone, their eyes meeting as they tried to understand each other's experiences. She is to blame for almost breaking her own silence, and in a mysterious turn of events, she falls onto a soft floor, allowing herself to be hurt by circumstances during this medical treatment. After all, it's nothing more harmful than being vulnerable to one's determined intentions, which drag two people into complete darkness.

This sparked a bit more discussion about wounds being stitched together, highlighting the education of medical care and acknowledging that it's impossible to know how to work through future pain. At least it's no longer liquid medicine, which is too painful for her to deal with. “Scars serve as reminders of our failures, rather than covering them up. Learn from the mad doctor.” She reluctantly admitted that she had let the short doctor do the job, as she didn't think scars were a big deal unless they became infected.

[detectivesteamo]

“Wheeew, I didn’t want to make this night the drama show.” She jokingly says this to her best friend, now that she’s Jack, feeling relieved that she doesn’t have to accidentally scare them like she did last time when she visited dressed as a pumpkin ghost on Halloween night; she likely wants to avoid making it a topic of conversation until she’s prepared to discuss it with him. Among all the people she introduced herself to, she was particularly eager to meet his parents, especially on this calm evening, which was a contrast to her previous visit to their house. Unfortunately, she had sworn not to present herself to them, fearing she would be the only one to disrupt his favorite peaceful game. Apart from being Jack, who is silly and excited about her cooking while developing songs, would adults have seen this clown as inferior to other teenagers, unable to talk to those who don’t put their loved ones in danger, and preferring to be more socially acceptable than this shadowy agent, quietly exhaling heavily.

She quickly turns her attention to Ekko when he continues having a conversation about limits; she doesn’t want him to know what she’s thinking right now. “Of course I can do that; I mean, I fought against crooks and gave them nightmares, whoever I wanted to fight. Okay, it sounds dark, but the point of this talk is that I’ve been cleaning up the mess more than any of the “good” people do.” She quietly groaned in pain and didn’t try to scream again. Something Ekko didn’t change from the past is his great concern for his friends’ well- being. It's sweet and encouraging. Out of respect for their long-term relationship, she'll give him a secret gift when she leaves.

“Well yes… but you know it’s… well, a bird’s leaving the birdhouse every now and then. Like a little robin, right?” She nervously tries to explain to her best friend that her solo adventure is not meant to be hostile to his own life, but rather a reminder of her own personal story. It made her feel a bit weird asking him for help, unless it was for quick medical attention, like this nighttime conversation, which was made easier by using sign language in different ways. “You have massive intelligence that's needed for any situation, so I thought I could handle it on my own time, with less science and more travel-like experiences. You know what I mean, right?”

When he places the washcloth on her chin, she winces and gives herself permission to grip his shoulders, finding it too painful to handle. Although she's tough, she doesn't possess time travel abilities like him, making it difficult to cope with the pain.

And just like that, she predicts exactly what will happen, though she won’t like it, and awkwardly looks around. “At least I’m alive,” she says, trying to make excuses, but knowing it won’t work, given his nature. So he frowns afterward. “That may be true, but someone needs to take action instead of just sitting back and allowing this place to descend into a turf war. As the people look up to Hesper, I know it’s my responsibility to help, and Jack Oakley isn’t going to contribute by singing songs.” She said to him, trying to make it easier to convince him. “Besides, they’re the criminals still.”

As she predicted this conversation, her friend doesn't look pleased with her solo mission. "Well, it's kind of complicated..." Rubbing behind her head, it's kind of hard to ask her friend about the assistance whenever he has his own goals while she has her own. "Big things starting to happen recently, so I thought of doing the solo while you have choices to make." She whispers, looking around to see if his parents didn't hear her come into their living room.

Long dreadlocks hair is shown as she didn't try to cut them off as she got used to being messy compared to other teens. One good side is that she's able to see Ekko from a hidden place—one of them anyway, as her purple swollen eye blocks her left sight. "And hopefully, they would like my tomorrow outside dish." She jokingly shrugged; she never ever thought of having this idea of meeting his parents in the future. She doesn't hate them, of course, but life isn't coming up as easy as others thought her Jack alter-ego could say, as dangers always come in every alleyway, so keeping herself from getting to know them is a way to keep him and his parents safe.

While she waits for Ekko to treat her wounds, she looks around this place as if she remembers the time she's close to Ekko when she was a kid who comes in whenever his parents go out to work. It's pretty much refreshing memories. It made her smile just a bit before she noticed he's coming back with... ice cold water with rag. She sighs, preparing for pain, and when he's pressing his rag to her eye... "YEOOW!" She yells out in pain before quickly covering her mouth in the hope none of his parents hear her sudden burst. She winced in pain when wounds were touched with cold liquid. "You might not like this answer, but... it's Chem Baron Tower." She reluctantly told him, knowing he would see her little tale of misadventures.

[detectivesteamo]

It's hard to believe that Ava took her time to tend to her wounds, despite the intense interaction she had with someone, their eyes meeting as they tried to understand each other's experiences. She is to blame for almost breaking her own silence, and in a mysterious turn of events, she falls onto a soft floor, allowing herself to be hurt by circumstances during this medical treatment. After all, it's nothing more harmful than being vulnerable to one's determined intentions, which drag two people into complete darkness.

This sparked a bit more discussion about wounds being stitched together, highlighting the education of medical care and acknowledging that it's impossible to know how to work through future pain. At least it's no longer liquid medicine, which is too painful for her to deal with. “Scars serve as reminders of our failures, rather than covering them up. Learn from the mad doctor.” She reluctantly admitted that she had let the short doctor do the job, as she didn't think scars were a big deal unless they became infected.

As the antiseptic medicine wrapped in a towel presses against her scarred leg, the mysterious masked girl feels a stinging sensation, as if millions of leeches with sharp fangs are attacking her, and she desperately wants to scream out loud to express the intense pain she's experiencing, but she fears that if she shows weakness, her tough image, built on the town's guesses, will be shattered, and Ava will see her as a fragile child, crying over minor cuts on her hands. She clutches her blanket and breathes heavily, her head sweating profusely behind her mask as she struggles to maintain her composure, both physically and emotionally. “From that point, you know the feeling of helping… ohh… others come at a price as well. Ow… you've done this before.” She groans in pain. She's willing to admit that she initially thought Ava was secretly more of a doctor than an angry person, unlike her previous assumption.

She can finally sigh in relief, recalling the alien with pyrokinetic powers' words about the stitches needed for her operation, as she gazes at her mask. “You mean it's happening in real life? I thought it worked only for horror movies.”

[detectivesteamo]

As the antiseptic medicine wrapped in a towel presses against her scarred leg, the mysterious masked girl feels a stinging sensation, as if millions of leeches with sharp fangs are attacking her, and she desperately wants to scream out loud to express the intense pain she's experiencing, but she fears that if she shows weakness, her tough image, built on the town's guesses, will be shattered, and Ava will see her as a fragile child, crying over minor cuts on her hands. She clutches her blanket and breathes heavily, her head sweating profusely behind her mask as she struggles to maintain her composure, both physically and emotionally. “From that point, you know the feeling of helping… ohh… others come at a price as well. Ow… you've done this before.” She groans in pain. She's willing to admit that she initially thought Ava was secretly more of a doctor than an angry person, unlike her previous assumption.

She can finally sigh in relief, recalling the alien with pyrokinetic powers' words about the stitches needed for her operation, as she gazes at her face. “You mean it's happening in real life? I thought it worked only for horror movies.”

It's surprising that Ava is willing to help her with her wounds, despite not knowing Hesper well. The thief's main strategy is to remain unseen and avoid forming attachments, so it's best not to try to befriend them. “In that case, you can try to use your hocus-pocus, first lesson of medical practice.” Hesper hesitated, then let her perform the magic, revealing her wounded leg, which had been cut by sharp blades. She quickly covered the blood with bandages, thinking logically that she needed to get it fixed quickly so she could escape the guards, preferably by kicking them in the noses.

“Hm. I can imagine it’s coming up as the first session,” Hesper said sarcastically, knowing it would be as painful as medicine to blazing wounds. “Well, let’s get it over with. I have things to look forward to tomorrow.”

[detectivesteamo]

Whenever he gave her an annoyed look, it was her cue to sit up straight, knowing he wasn't going to listen to her, his mind solely focused on his work without proper attention. It's revealing how he's been a workaholic, like Robin, which she's unaware of, but having a daily routine is better than taking a break from him.It's going to be quite troubled if he gets full of attention due to the council's decision, which bars her lawyer, Mr. Hawkes. As smart as he's always been, the writer couldn't help but worry about the impact of more than three days of work on both his physical and mental health.

That being said, she raises an eyebrow, knowing he doesn't mean to mock her language, and is lucky he's still her best friend; otherwise, she would take it as mockery. “That’s a natural response,” she said sarcastically to her crippled friend. Despite receiving little response, she remained focused on him and his life's work; even if someone tried to speak a few words in their native language to him, it would be best if he didn't understand what she was saying.

It would have been better to know his plans after the project's completion, but she cannot change her mind about his decision to keep working, as it may take longer than expected, and he might appear tired and frazzled at the council meeting. “Yes, but how long does it take? For all I know, you will be extremely tired even on your biggest day, and I won’t be there to help you out.” The writer is preoccupied with the thought of wanting to splash water on him to wake him up, ensuring he grasps her point.

Robin sighed in frustration, thinking that his tiredness had warped his mind, leading him to bluntly tell her that her appearance was part of the distraction, which she felt was a result of not liking her company. She's really glad she learned how to handle her anger a long time ago, which helps her deal with her current annoyance. “I know, but there’s a difference between determination and persistence. Every time the clock slows down, you struggle to think about your work, and you don’t respond to what’s going to happen to you. Hell, you don’t even have time to rest up.” She could’ve gotten a hand mirror, but her mind tells her he’s too stubborn to see himself, only focused on the projects he has been working on for days. Not even humans with big brains are that capable of managing huge tasks within months.

She places her umbrella by Viktor's work table and pats his shoulder gently. “I don't want to keep them hesitating, but I've been told that rushing or overthinking plans can be detrimental; instead, you need to collect yourself and focus on what you can do to make things work.”

Robin made a slight frustrated sigh and rubbed between her eyes after taking her small specs; she never thought he could be this stubborn at the time for his science work. Every work he has to do more than he usually goes out to walk and talk with her; less time he's taking his time to rest up thanks to the council's impudent decision to come up with the fact he's one of the brilliant minds in Piltover, probably even more than Robin even if she doesn't want to say it out loud. As busy as he is, she wouldn't want him gone through with his multiple days of being tired and not taking a time to rethink his thoughts as far as she concerns himself as his colleague friend.

   "It might be true but," She sits right next to him with the other chair she found on the table where his other papers might be, "things out there aren't always what it meant to be as stressful as you might think about; it's… well, stressing your mind without thought of resting. Look, I'm asking you as amigo." She couldn't think otherwise but to convince him to take a small breathing space and visit her like they used to.

   “Not until you get some rest as well.”

[detectivesteamo]

It's surprising that Ava is willing to help her with her wounds, despite not knowing Hesper well. The thief's main strategy is to remain unseen and avoid forming attachments, so it's best not to try to befriend them. “In that case, you can try to use your hocus-pocus, first lesson of medical practice.” Hesper hesitated, then let her perform the magic, revealing her wounded leg, which had been cut by sharp blades. She quickly covered the blood with bandages, thinking logically that she needed to get it fixed quickly so she could escape the guards, preferably by kicking them in the noses.

“Hm. I can imagine it’s coming up as the first session,” Hesper said sarcastically, knowing it would be as painful as medicine to blazing wounds. “Well, let’s get it over with. I have things to look forward to tomorrow.”

@detectivesteamo said: “it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.” (Hesper) PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS

"It's still something to be worried about..." Knowing basic first aid was important, and a skill that Ava did try to keep up with as best she could to make sure that anyone else she was around could be taken care of. Her magic only did so much, and often only worked on certain wounds.

"This might sting a little, so... Buckle up, I guess?"

[detectivesteamo]

How’s that long for her to know about Ekko’s having new friends and his first best friend, and that’s nothing she knows about despite being trained to know every place? It’s come to show that being a mysterious protector made things possible for everyone in this city, very busy in those days. It’s much more than when she was a young girl when she first met Ekko during a time when she was performing her musical arts while secretly stealing the gold from wealthy men. It might be trashy to talk about it, but at least Ekko has his ways that made her befriend him without need to steal his money.

Just how does he even do that? Being nice to a young thief that causes her to ironically skip the heist upon his home? Maybe it’s coming along with the fact she’s not cut out for being one who stalks the night? No, it’s coming along without her being the one who would stoop this low and who would manipulate the boy with gentleness in his heart and mind equal to top scientists. Maybe he’s got to learn how to communicate with others with charms hidden under her dusty clothes, making him the only youngest mentor she can see yet proud of his hidden powers, helping others in return.

Maybe it has come to this point when she’s told him she’s also known to be Lady of the Night Sea, Hesper, knowing it’s going to change since she’s not going to be on his side often and all she's going to do is... celebrate the birthday party for her longtime friend, who coincidentally was reminded by his other friend.

She almost loses focus on what matters most, which is to talk with Akali and hear her thoughts about planning to celebrate both of their best friend's birthday, as she turns around to pay attention, her brow raising. Oh, is that so? Girl, I haven't a doubt that your own ideas are as great as my own.” She may not be able to talk sense, but it's the way she loves herself

“Oh yeah, now memories are coming back to me. You mentioned it just for a second, and yes, it’s so true – I do know the way to places for the birthday.” She smiled, almost like Akali giving the musician some compliments, maybe it’s not some kind of trick Ekko would pull on her, wasting her night work as Hesper. Finally, giving a new conversation a chance to see what she has. “Ah, but there’s sometimes they can be all night, and they deserve to be paid for their hard work, just like a great night pizza recipe. If we both find the right place, we can find a good birthday dinner for our smarty pants, ehh?” She nudged her arm, thanking her for giving her the idea, which combined with Akali’s own idea.

The words coming from Akali almost bring the same papers as Ekko when they are making little pranks, and the friendship? It made her feel so taken aback that she couldn’t think of anything to say, but then she blurted out, 'Huh, you just made a relevant point there. Should I bring a lightbulb on our heads like our tangled friend there?! Whooo!' She let out a loud shout in the night and laughed a few seconds later, knowing it could be a great way to make a new friend, aside from Ekko.

As a skilled cook, she tracks down the best meal, even though he, a navigator, is searching for a special restaurant to celebrate his birthday. She criticizes them, which makes a gagged sound, implying it might not be good enough. “One piece of advice is to find good, clean materials that require minimal repair when it comes to building technology.” She often begins with a joke, but stops when she finds something that feels right to the touch. "Ooh? I can smell something delicious! Follow me!" She ran ahead, dashing along as if she were in a car.

She nods. "Let's just say it would be bad if someone else besides Ekko would have nuts as killing little food in their cakes, if you know what I'm getting at." It's almost as crazy as she thought of, but she wouldn't want to test it out on people if anything comes out as contagious to them other than cats. Unless anyone is truly a piece of dirt who loves to make anyone miserable. "And there we have this list checkup!" She patted her shoulder and made a small smirk like she got it planned out like a cake delivery.

   Only to have one piece missing from her strategic plan cause her to frown afterwards. "Wait, he's not? I usually thought he'd like to be alone at this time period. Err… no pun intended." She waved her hands. It just been so long since she's separated from his side, despite they still being best friends. Building big houses of different paths and having a time machine of his can make his life simpler and better than her still-thievery goals. Might ask him when his birthday party starts… maybe not.

   Much of her slight relief, though—it's how he's still a homeboy—proves that she never loses touch of his side. "Whew… I mean, yeah, yeah, yeah! The restaurant is likely a better option to build the big surprise party than in his house, as it can be less surprise and more of a delivery service, not to mention that he'll likely be coming back to his home with his gimmicks to work on everything he sees." She whispers to her ear, keeping a secret from anyone who might be a spy.

   And thanks to having Akali on her side and none of the spies who would spoil the birthday surprise for Ekko they befriended with, it's coming out as planned and will be more than a tunnel-visioned version, and damn, she's loving where the plot thickens. "Well, it's a great suggestion, purple-hair stranger! But I say when we go to the junkyard you told me about." She places her fist on her hip and looks up in the air for a few seconds as she starts to think… "Okay, lets go!" She stops her trance and heads way to find this certain place; she never asks Akali where they should go, whistling in a in a happy tone.

[detectivesteamo]

No one knows what to think about this new conversation, but it seems like the aliens are having their usual frustrated feelings towards the musician, and Jack feels like she'll get punched in the stomach, which she secretly proves by rubbing her own stomach. Or is it more about us discussing than leading the argument? The big problem is like 100 years old or so; fixing this issue that big competition is something I thought of rewriting the whole thing is almost impossible in different directions.”

She continues on with this conversation, lift her leg on top of her other leg. “It’s like cats and foxes are different, yet they’re both predators loved by people in towns! Then again, it’s how we are like small predators without knowing it. Hmm. Oh, you give me the idea for this song!” Jack excitedly writing her paper down keeps talking about how it might be relevant to this conversation, never actually knowing why an alien is talking about boundaries.

Then she stops her songwriting practice, looking up at her when it's clear she has heard it from before. It's nothing, just as she expected, how they can form a friendship. To Jack, it's not about the ground rules; it's about how she views this one-armed teenager, who's weird and irregular enough to handle the facts such as being around someone who might be more loved and special, not even as a potentially popular musician. Sure, not a spoiled brat, but it’s how people view her as one of greatest while other is weak.

She sighs, bringing back her goofy smile as she tries to learn facts from Ava, who's talking to her in the same room; being Hesper is much easier than talking to someone who might despise her, like others. “Well, if you don’t want me to do all that, you gotta ask me if I going to play you a song or music like this!” She began placing guitar to see this is around to this rule, singing how to make the campfire with nutcracker dancing around.

Jack yawns in front of her cup of root beer; being all night takes a toll on her mind as she tries to keep up. Yet she goes on being a musical genius, remembering this day with a new long day without any delay... But as she turns around to get her music notes, there's the same person she’s talking to, and it does look like Ava’s giving her pepper spray.

“Oh hey, Avie, how are you… ooh, it’s that look could kill a bear.” Nonetheless she lifts her bandana on her head further. “What’s the ground rules? Me giving your food little more salt? Ah, I knew that you didn’t like it, food is meant for designing and don’t need to be silence of how good or bad it is.” She smiled, sits on her chair.

[detectivesteamo]

Jack yawns in front of her cup of root beer; being all night takes a toll on her mind as she tries to keep up. Yet she goes on being a musical genius, remembering this day with a new long day without any delay... But as she turns around to get her music notes, there's the same person she’s talking to, and it does look like Ava’s giving her pepper spray.

“Oh hey, Avie, how are you… ooh, it’s that look could kill a bear.” Nonetheless she lifts her bandana on her head further. “What’s the ground rules? Me giving your food little more salt? Ah, I knew that you didn’t like it, food is meant for designing and don’t need to be silence of how good or bad it is.” She smiled, sits on her chair.

@detectivesteamo - closed starter x. |

Arms cross, with the alien leveling a deadpan stare across the way at Jack. She's not quite sure what she wants to say, but she knows she probably should if either of them want to be able to be around each other without.

"We have to talk. Lay down some ground rules."

[detectivesteamo]

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[detectivesteamo]

At least Rin doesn’t take it as creepy nor offended over that silliness she made; it’s still something she could practice on her own communication skills as she clears her throat.

“Pfft, no problem. It’s something I could make for this new potential customer standing in front of me, a potential chef who made this grilled hot dog.” She secretly sees his tufted tail; she never expected he’s a human with slight beast traits on his side, so she thinks he’s going to tear her apart as payback for the way she just talked to him like that, but... his smile can be proof that he’s likely meant well so she can trust him.

Wait, he doesn’t remember her name? She sigh in relief, thought it would be long term memory. “Intro again, huh? The name’s Jacklyn Oakley, but you can call me Jack.” She grab his hand and shakes it. Wanted to hold another, but she doesn’t have other arm.

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Meeting Rin again is a strange coincidence, but how she felt a bit rarely embarrassed over how her overexcitement had brought herself in a bit of a spot, possibly that she was trying to make a good impression when meeting with people. So she brought him a hot dog she made in case she meets someone like him again. "Oh hey! Sorry for the last meeting we did; we just never met with someone who was new to me. It's what I get for trying to be all "fun" and stuff. So... here you go." She gives him a hot dog he deserves.

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