[ Just what in the hell has he gotten himself into? Adrasteius is trying not to think about it, honestly. He spent hours upon hours of effort on baking those towers of lacy cupcakes--along with whatever else--and he's just hoping people enjoy them. He's not quite sure how he feels about the business itself, but Gil's happy. The people visiting look happy, too. Vietnam looks ... slightly less happy, but he's gratified that she's eaten so much.
He avoids all other strains of thought (the network post, the bowing employees, etc) by focusing on what's important: the wine. He's already had a glass, and he's onto number two. Adra does not drink often, so even this little bit of rosé has him apple-cheeked and grinning at anyone who comes near him.
He's hanging out by one of the sweets tables, sipping his drink rather more quickly than he ought to, feeling pleasantly warm and soft around the edges. ]
Good afternoon, my friend. I hope you like--
[ He gestures, a little wobbly, to the tables. ]
--what I've done. With all this. Truly, I do.
[ He leans forward, eyes bright. Deeply interested. Possibly about to fall directly onto you. ]
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He avoids all other strains of thought (the network post, the bowing employees, etc) by focusing on what's important: the wine. He's already had a glass, and he's onto number two. Adra does not drink often, so even this little bit of rosé has him apple-cheeked and grinning at anyone who comes near him.
He's hanging out by one of the sweets tables, sipping his drink rather more quickly than he ought to, feeling pleasantly warm and soft around the edges. ]
Good afternoon, my friend. I hope you like--
[ He gestures, a little wobbly, to the tables. ]
--what I've done. With all this. Truly, I do.
[ He leans forward, eyes bright. Deeply interested. Possibly about to fall directly onto you. ]