Well that sure happened

[notbymyside]

[Ango truthfully isn't much of a cook, relying mostly on takeout food to keep himself fed. But takeout isn't an option here, and after that...colorful trial, he doesn't have it in him to trust food that he isn't preparing himself.

It's not bad, really. Just rather plain. There is also a noticeable lack of meat among everything he's prepared too. And it all goes well with the liquid diet he's supplying, courtesy of the jazz bar. Plenty of booze bottles and glasses can be found for your drinking needs. He's sure he's not the only one who wants to forget that whole cursed trial.]

Food and drinks are in the opera house. Be sure to drink responsibly.

-Ango

[There are also no decorations, beyond the mess left behind from earlier.]

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[reanbeans]

...Thank you, Ignis. That means a lot, hearing that.

[ He tried his best.

Rean will give a conservative smile, that barely reached his eyes, but had nothing but a spark of honesty under the weariness. Nothing so forced as it may have looked. ]

So, all's well that end's well, indeed.

[promittere]

It's the least anyone can say.

[He can't fault the smile for not reaching his eyes - with everything happening, how could anyone be happy or comforted?

Their plight isn't over yet.

Still, he decides to change the topic, motioning to the bottles.]

So what are these for, then?

[reanbeans]

Oh, these? His Highness had made them, so I decided to keep them around as one way to remember him by.

It might sound strange, but I thought while I was talking about him a little to let you hear the music he didn't have a chance to play for everyone else. I don't think everyone would entertain the idea much, but I'm sure there being a few more ears to hear it would be nice.

He was always so eager to have people hear what he'd play, after all.

[ Though he wasn't about to bring them everywhere with him, of course. ]