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"So this isn't a movie, but, I promise it's going to be fun!" Zoey's bright smile is somehow even more mega-watt than it normally is.
It certainly explained the day's whole pampering schedule. Huntr/x on hiatus–ACTUAL HIATUS–meant late-sleep-ins for the trio, but a certain American was up with the dawn busy preparing a loaded breakfast. All of Mira and Rumi's favourites. No arguing about whose playlist they'd use for casual ambiance. No fighting over the last piece of any fried-thing at lunch. Extra gojujang and personally ground chilli powders.
Okay that was actually really obvious, but it was the maknae's turn anyway for choosing entertainment tonight for their couch time. Post-dinner, all arms and trays and every surface of their coffee table filled with junk food and snacks. Sweet, salty, and spicy.
"Is it a documentary?" Rumi tries to be polite, noting that she had queue'd up a heart'd streaming service. Which was a usual pick for National Geographic documentaries, plenty of which included the deep ocean blue.
"Nope!" Mira cocks an eye at her next, it was unusual for their youngest member to be this evasive about what she wanted.
"Zoey." She hardly puts any bite in her tone. And the shoulder-jump followed by a guilty look was... Mira is not hopeful here, and tries again with the same pitch. "Zoey."
"It's-a-murder-mystery-comedy-about-murders-in-a-building!" The white serif letters of the title, 'Only Murders in the Building' was pulled up. Along with two older white men bracketing a younger woman with a bob. All three are looking pensive.
"Okay." Mira can practically feel Rumi mouthing the rushed sentence as their leader tries to work out just what sort of show this would be. "Why."
"So I soooooooooorta used to look up to Selena Gomez—shut up, don't you start Mira—and she's in this and I haven't seen her in a comedy in forever and—"
"But none of us are really into murder mysteries." Rumi adds, still looking fairly confused.
"I know I know! But, it's a comedy, and you guys wouldn't know this but Martin Short and Steve Martin are literal comedy gods and—"
"Is this going to be like 'Wizards of Waverly' place?" Mira cuts her off. She wasn't a fan of the laugh-track edit. Or dumb puns. Most American media really.
"No way! Er...I don't think so." Zoey deflates for a millisecond before breaking out her biggest weapon. The puppy-dog eyes. "Pwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"
The other two fold immediately.
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"Aw, I can't believe it was Jan." Rumi, ever the romantic, winces as her fangs bit into her lower lip. "I was rooting for Charles."
"Did she really poison Winnie though? Seems weird." Mira is rubbing her temple on the side. It was better than pinching the bridge of her nose, she might miss a detail if she did that.
"No way! Oliver probably left bad dip out for her or something off-screen." Zoey huffs, eagerly shoving more cheetos into her mouth.
"He loves her too much to do that Zo." Their leader shakes her head, lips smacking in disapproval.
"That was...a very dramatic finale." Mira leans back, her arms glued to her sides. No arm-crossing on the couch, that's the relaxation rule. "Good hook for a second season. Same as the first scene we started on."
"Does it meet your standards, miss chaebol?"
"It's...tolerable."
"Wait...how do they pay to live in those large apartments? I thought New York had no space for people?" Rumi blinks. "Isn't Oliver still going to lose his place?"
"Probably if he's arrested."
"They can't go to jail!" Zoey gasps so loudly it is a miracle that the last shrimp crackers shoved into her mouth didn't cause some choking.
"So…season 2?"