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“And then, get this, literally right after Pearlypop asks me to order up bottles for honey, guess what the first customer to roll in wants?” Skizz grinned, leaning back on the crafting table he’d claimed as a chair. “Honey bottle. Telling you, Top, she’s the Game Whisperer!”
Tango nodded as if he’d heard a sage’s wisdom. “Yeah, that sounds about right. That tracks for Pearl. She gets in the mindset of the game, and thinks like it. Even more than Etho does!”
“Yeah, but at least the games seem to like Etho back,” Pearl sighed. She folded her arms and rested back against the glass holding the special hats - still taunting them for the Day 8 completion. “My luck was just awful as usual, and it rubbed off on you.”
“Not all the time,” Skizz countered, eyes flickering upwards. “Remember when we had that run of pies and were out of pumpkins? Order comes in, we’re feelin’ hopeless, I’m gettin’ all doom-n-gloom - boom. Pumpkin grows. That was the run, Pearly, it was meant to be!”
“With no Faster Crafting or Tastier Treats? I even threw away the one reroll that actually worked for absolutely nothing!”
Skizz’s mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
“Well,” he finally said, “I would say that just proves how good you are at this game. The upgrades we got were a lot of stuff for me up front, with the Exterminator and all, and you were roughin’ it back there in the farm, and you still killed it so hard the game had to crash to stop us!”
Pearl smiled, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Well thank you Skizz! I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“I mean, if anyone could do both halves by themselves-”
“I wouldn’t want to. It’d be boring playing alone, and also way too hard. I wanna make day 8 with my Skizzie-Wizzie.”
Skizz grinned like a lovestruck fool, laying his hand over hers. “Aw, and there’s no one I’d rather have order me around than my Pearlypop, neither.”
“At least it sounds like the two of you had fun still,” Tango said with a cough, shoulders slumping with faint relief. “And that’s really what matters at the end of the day. Glad making it to day 8’s enjoyable even with my stupid cake-ificator thingy.”
Pearl nodded. “Oh, definitely fun to go that far, especially when he’d just got on to warm up. All of Skizzie’s brain cells were on the game, so he was just saying whatever with no filter.”
Tango snorted. “So, normal Skizz.”
“Worse; morning-brain Skizz. Not even trying to be funny, he just was.” Pearl laughed, blushing faintly as she turned back to Skizz. “Was it when I was, like, running back for the flood valve? Out of the farm door? And Skizz just says, ‘that was so sexy.’ I nearly tripped over the doorframe after that!”
“What?” Tango’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “Even for Skizz, that’s-”
“You listen here, dude,” Skizz cut in, leaning between the others and looking at Tango. “You’ve played with her, you should know. When Pearl’s in her element? When she’s just gliding cross the floor like it ain’t no thang, makin’ it happen? Hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life!”
He winked at Pearl, and she leaned down herself, nearly bumping heads with him. “Well, then, that morning voice you got was definitely the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life! All deep rumbles and-”
Tango stood up, covering his ears with both his hands. “Nope! I don’t need to be hearing this! Is this my punishment for the cake being broken?” He turned, marching back up the stairs, muttering under his breath about them being ‘incorrigible’.
The two others laughed, and Skizz gently tapped Pearl’s forehead with his own. “I think he gets the picture, Pearlypop.”
“Yeah, yeah, you started it,” Pearl said, grinning despite herself. “Not my fault you run on instinct when you’re tired.”
A toothy smirk, and Skizz waggled his eyebrows. “You’ve never minded before.”
“Didn’t say I minded now.” Pearl stood fully, stretching her back, and offered a hand to Skizz. “Tango said he fixed the redstone, so. Wanna go all the way this time?”
He took the hand, kissed the back of it, and leapt to his own two feet as Pearl flushed. “With you, Pearlypop? Always.”
A voice echoed in the faint distance.
“Just keep your hanky-panky whatever-you’re-doing outta my damn kitchen!”