Been stuck in New Jersey all week for work. Finally heading home tomorrow. Really hate being away from home. Judging by the list of things my dog has destroyed in my absence, she's not to fond of it either.
Glad to see such a positive reception for last week's chapter. Really weird posting a second story. Already getting favs and reviews right out of the gate.
Anyways, this week's chapter features the first pairing arranged by Honey and Randi. The pairing is actually one I first saw in bookwyrm321's story, Legacies of Beacon. Really like the pairing and decided to lead with it. Hope you guys enjoy!
"Lookin' fancy, Weiss-cream," Yang commented as Weiss carefully finished getting ready. "Who's the lucky fella?"
"Weiss is going on a date?" Ruby excitedly questioned, earning an eye roll from her slightly annoyed partner.
"If you must know, I have a meeting with a potential client of my father's company this evening," Weiss deigned to answer. "As heiress of the SDC, I am to meet with their representative and discuss the preliminaries of a business agreement."
"So, a fun-filled evening with a mysterious stranger, eh?"
"Nothing of the sort," Weiss growled back as she adjusted her tiara and did a final inspection in the mirror. A Schnee must exude perfection, after all. "Just some boring dinner at some overly pompous restaurant all designed to somehow impress me. An hour of small talk, poorly veiled comments about some single male relative around my age, and then a short lecture on how some tiny little shop can somehow vastly improve the successfulness of the largest dust company on Remnant." Weiss's tone made it clear this wasn't the first time she'd endured such pathetic attempts to impress her.
"Lame," Yang summarized. "You sure you're not just sayin' that to throw us off? Methinks the lady is single and ready to mingle."
"I'm hardly one of those idiots signing up for that Beacons of Love tripe."
"You don't approve of Randi's idea?"
"Quite the contrary," Weiss corrected, gently brushing out some microscopic wrinkle in her dress. "Randi and Honey have found a host of pathetic losers in need of their services. As a woman of business, I can wholeheartedly respect their ability to capitalize on the failings of our fellow students. However, you won't find me among their clientele."
"Wow, harsh Ice Queen," Yang replied. "Well, I for one think it's great that they're helping others find love. Other than Arkos and Smilly," The rest of Team RWBY shuddered at Yang's insistence on naming couples, "the dating scene's pretty lame around here. Heck, even Blake's been on more dates than the rest of us."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Blake flatly asked.
"You and Sun!" Yang answered. "You two have already been on three dates. Most of us can't even claim one."
"Neptune and I spent time together at the dance," Weiss fondly recalled.
"And haven't so much as spoken since," Yang quickly pointed out. "Besides, he didn't even talk to you for most of the night. I think that only counts as half a date, at most."
Before Weiss could argue the point, Blake interjected once more. "Three dates? Did I miss something?"
"Well, you two went to the dance."
"True," Blake conceded, holding up a single finger to keep count.
"Before that, he went to that rally in town with you."
"Yang, I hardly think infiltrating a White Fang recruitment rally counts as a date." Notably, Blake's counter remained at one.
"Whatever. The two of you were at a social gathering late at night…alone. Sounds like a date to me." Blake seemed less than impressed at Yang's logic, still waiting for the third example. "And let's not forget the docks."
"Again, investigating terrorists doesn't count."
"And what about getting drinks at a local diner beforehand, hm?" Yang grinned cheesily as Blake stammered a denial, then reached over and raised a second finger for Blake. "Plus, don't think I don't know about your little rendezvous last night."
"What are you talking about?" Blake asked, a little faster than necessary. "I went shopping last night."
"Yeah, and just happened to run into monkey boy along the way."
"How do you…" Blake's mind raced, trying to determine the source of Yang's surprisingly accurate knowledge. "Lilly!"
"Sorry!" a muffled voice returned from the next room.
"We just happened to bump into each other at our…my favorite diner. He and Neptune asked to join me. Afterwards, Sun offered to pay for our drinks." It slowly dawned on Blake how much that sounded like a date.
"Sounds like a very happy coincidence," Yang chuckled.
"Either that, or I've got a stalker." Considering some of the encounters they'd had with Sun, she almost believed it true. "Then again, maybe I should be more worried about the stalker on my team…"
"You wish," Yang cackled, before noticing Weiss's poor attempt to slip away unnoticed. "Hey, Weiss-cream, I'd better see some pictures of your hot date later."
"Blake, please control your brain damaged partner," Weiss groaned. "I'll be back in a few hours. And no using Lilly to spy on me!" Weiss punctuated the last command by slamming the door behind her.
After a few seconds, Ruby looked to Yang with a burning question. "You really think she's going on a date?"
"Absolutely," Yang smiled, fishing out her scroll and quietly opening her newest app. The "Weiss-cream" profile loaded immediately, having used it yesterday to arrange Weiss's "business meeting." Using the built-in messenger function, she let her teammate's date know she'd be there soon – or, rather, the real Weiss would be. Yang silently wished she could be a fly on that wall.
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Weiss could admit to being pleasantly surprised by the choice of venue. Clemens was nice, but didn't feel as stuffy as the restaurants her father typically frequented for business. Rather than a room full of snooty, old, rich people glaring at her for nothing more than being more prominent than them by birth, she enjoyed the relaxed mixture of young couples and families. The live music was simple and tasteful. Cutlery and dishes clinked as the patrons focused on enjoying their evening rather than competing to see who had the best manners. The hum of conversations and muffled laughter made it feel far more friendly than she'd anticipated.
A young man in a simplistic suit greeted her warmly as she entered. "G-good evening, Miss Schnee," he stuttered, likely a little awestruck at meeting her. "Welcome to Clemens. We're honored to have you dining with us tonight. May I cake your toat?" Weiss giggled as the host stumbled over his words. "Take your coat! May I take your coat?"
"Thank you, but I'll be fine," Weiss answered, doing her best to give him a comforting smile. His face had already turned several shades of red. His hands shook nervously, practically fanning himself with the pair of menus he desperately clutched. Weiss figured that, for his own sanity, she should hasten their encounter along. "Has my counterpart arrived yet?"
"I don't believe so. If you'd like, I can show you to your table."
"Thank you. That would be lovely."
The host led them along the outskirts of the dining area, drawing several sets of eyes at the new arrival. Already, Weiss could hear a few mentioning her name in hushed whispers. Thankfully, her table turned out to be within a private area off to the side. She could still see some of the other diners, but most soon returned to their meal as she awaited the arrival of her fellow business representative. The host pulled out her chair for her and deposited the menus, then promised the waitress would be by momentarily. He nearly tripped over the single step leading out of the secluded dining platform, but recovered at the last second before hastily rushing away to safety.
Rather than be annoyed by the display, Weiss took comfort that this place clearly wasn't frequented by the high society jerks she was used to dining with. She clearly stood out from their usual customers. Father would despise dining here. This place obviously isn't fit for a Schnee. Jacques's disapproval only served to endear the place more to her.
She still had several minutes before their appointment. The menu proved just as welcoming as she'd hoped. Foods were described with their actual names. No fancy renaming of dishes. No creative descriptions to make baked chicken sound like a delicacy. She even smiled at seeing such things as chicken nuggets and mac 'n cheese listed…and not just in the kids' menu! Sadly, she knew she couldn't order something like that in public. The media would have a field day if Weiss Schnee was caught eating finger food. She quickly located one of their fancier options – lamb skewers with mint sauce. She'd let her associate squirm over whether to order wine with the meal. Watching some overstuffed windbag fret over such details was her one solace in these meetings.
The soft melody from earlier finally concluded, only to quickly be replaced by a simple rendition of Path to Isolation. The idea that this small ensemble would choose to play one of her songs struck her as audacious, but they quickly proved more than capable as the opening bars gently caressed the dining area. Weiss soon found herself leaning back in her chair, eyes closed as she quietly hummed along.
"Weiss Schnee, as I live and breathe." Weiss sat up quickly, eyes locking onto the young man who'd addressed her. "They never told me I'd be dining with the heiress of the SDC tonight."
So this is the representative they sent? He looked nothing like she'd expected. The darker-skinned boy seemed around her age. His outfit was far more relaxed than most people would wear to a business meeting, though she could admit he looked good in his blue-trimmed fedora and untied necktie. The plain, white shirt peeking out from his black vest hung open at the top, while the long sleeves were rolled neatly above his elbows. The strange mix of formal and casual was oddly appealing.
"Name's Flynt, by the way," he grinned, flashing a bright, confident smile as he set a small case down beside him. "Flynt Coal."
"A pleasure," Weiss replied. Honestly, he seemed a far better option than the men she normally had to entertain on behalf of the SDC.
Their waitress – a young woman who couldn't be very far into her twenties – nervously approached and introduced herself as Jade before asking if they were ready to order. "I'm good. What about you, Schnee?"
"I am ready as well." Weiss bristled slightly at the casual use of her last name. The way he said it had sounded so dismissive to her, but she calmed herself down, giving him the benefit of the doubt for now. "I'll have the lamb skewers with mint sauce, if you please."
"Anything to drink, ma'am?"
"Water will be fine."
"And for the gentleman?" the waitress asked, turning to Flynt.
"Hm…" Flynt eyed the menu for a minute, then turned to their server. "Jade, was it?" Jade nodded in acknowledgement. "This is my first time at Clemens. Tell me. What do you recommend?"
Jade paused for a moment, studying the boy as if she could somehow determine his personal taste off nothing more than his looks. Flynt sat calmly through it all. "We just got a fresh order of salmon in this morning. The chef does an excellent salmon steak. It's actually the first thing I ever ordered here after I got hired."
"Then salmon it is," Flynt smiled, offering his menu to Jade. "Haven't had seafood in a while."
"You won't be disappointed," Jade promised. "Water for you, as well?"
"I'll take a sweet tea, actually." Jade nodded along to the order before rushing off to the kitchen. "So, I never thought I'd be paired up with someone like you."
Normally, you wouldn't. Father always preferred to send one of the company's numerous lawyers, but the short notice of this meeting didn't leave time to send one. Instead, with Weiss already in the area, it only made sense for her to come. She'd been trained for such eventualities, of course.
"I understand, but I felt your request warranted a more personal touch." Always turn a negative into a positive. Rather than admit this was merely out of necessity, letting a potential business partner believe they were important enough to earn a direct meeting with the future head of the SDC would make them more willing to make concessions later. "After all, we both stand to benefit from a successful agreement."
"Is that so?" Flynt said, a note of doubt in his voice. "I didn't realize you would normally send one of your butlers to handle this kind of stuff. Guess it makes sense though. Why bother, when you can just flash some lien and call it a day?"
Weiss bristled at the poorly veiled swipe at her family, but did her best to rein in her emotions. "Now then, shall we discuss the specifics of your offer?"
"My offer? Man, you rich people are somethin' else." Flynt leaned his chair back with a soft laugh.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Weiss kept her hands beneath the table, concealing how tightly her fists were balled.
"Listen to yourself! You're talkin' about this like it's just some sort of transaction. Maybe take a sec and enjoy the evening before we start drawin' up contracts."
"I'm sorry, it's just…" Weiss could feel the anger boiling up inside of her, but did her best to keep things professional. Even so, she couldn't resist making it clear who had the upper hand here. "My time is very valuable. I'd rather focus on the matter of business, as I'll need to submit a report later this evening."
Jacques always enjoyed flexing his power in such ways – putting people down by reminding them who the more prominent person was. Weiss hated emulating him in any way, but couldn't deny the small satisfaction it brought.
"All business, eh?"
"I apologize if you expected anything else," Weiss hedged. "Should your proposal be accepted–"
"Proposal?!" Flynt nearly fell out of his seat at the word. "Ain't you movin' a little quick there, heiress?"
"Are you saying you do not have plans to purchase dust from the SDC?"
"Dust, huh?" Flynt recovered, though his smile seemed just a touch too friendly at the moment. "My father used to own a little dust shop back in the day."
"Your family no longer runs a dust business?" Then why bother dragging me out here? Surely he hadn't planned to waste her time. She already hated being forced into these types of meetings – a ploy be her father to ensure she stayed focused on his aspirations rather than her own.
"Not since your father's company ran him out of business." Flynt's smile vanished, along with Weiss's patience.
"So, what, you thought you'd waste my time this evening to get some sort of revenge?" Father would never approve of her going on the offensive – that was his job – but she'd had enough of this buffoon's games.
"Nah, I'll save that for the Tournament," Flynt commented, grabbing the case he'd brought with him as he rose. "Ya know what? I think we're done here. Thanks for nothin', Schnee. Guess I shoulda known you'd be as worthless as your dad."
"How dare you!" Weiss screamed back, cutting him off before he could leave. "I did not come out tonight to be lectured by some petulant little brat!" Of all the things Weiss couldn't stand, being compared to her father so flippantly always set her off. Weiss's hand shot out before she could stop herself, striking Flynt across the face. He stumbled back a step, slowly raising his own hand to his cheek.
"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Flynt asked, setting his case down on the table.
"You're not leaving here until you apologize," Weiss seethed, standing her ground.
"Is that so?" Flynt watched her carefully, judging whether she really intended to back those words up. What he did next surprised her. "How 'bout I play you a little song? Maybe that'll show you how sorry I am."
Before Weiss could ask what he meant, Flynt produced a silvery trumpet from his strange case and raised it to his lips with a smirk. The first note blared angrily at her, but she didn't expect it to throw her back into a recently vacated table.
He…he's armed? The situation had spun out of control. Every eye in the room was now fixated on the two, unsure of what would come next. A family near the entrance quickly ushered their children back out the door as Flynt lowered his weaponized instrument and tipped his hat to her. "Send my regards to the old man, Schnee," he laughed, calmly strutting away.
A glass smashed into the back of his head, shattering and spilling wine down his back. Aura prevented any real damage, but Weiss's surprise barrage made it clear she wasn't finished.
"Want me to play for you that bad? You sure are desperate, Schnee."
"Stop calling me that!" Weiss demanded, eyes quickly scanning for something to fight back with. "My name is Weiss, and I'm still waiting for that apology."
"Have it your way." Flynt's next note rippled through the air as Weiss dove behind the table, knocking it over for protection. Unfortunately, it also rained down the table's contents on her. I'll kill him for this! Weiss vowed as she wiped gravy from her face. Sadly, there wasn't time to worry about the mixture of soup and wine that ran down her back, ruining her new dress in an instant.
Her barricade withstood the continued barrage from Flynt, but Weiss could feel the table pushing against her, meaning she wouldn't be able to stay hidden forever. She waited until he paused for a breath, grateful that he hadn't mastered circular breathing.
In the brief gap of his attack, she dove out from the table, hurling anything she could get her hands on. Wine glasses. Cutlery. A plate of food. All became weapons as Weiss recalled her training in the cafeteria at the start of the semester. Sadly, the restaurant seemed fresh out of whole swordfish.
Their strange dance continued back towards their table and the seclusion of the reserved seating. Weiss did her best to stay behind cover, throwing whatever she could find in retaliation. Need to keep it all away from the customers. Thankfully, their private table was far enough away from everything else to serve her purpose.
Flynt ducked, just in time to avoid the pair of steak knives that lodged in the wall behind him. Weiss charged forward, wielding a bus tub as a battering ram. Flynt planted himself once more and unleashed another melodic blast. Weiss's new shield groaned against her arms as she fought forward, struggling with each step to close the gap. The moment she felt his attack lessen, she lunged forward, finally revealing her concealed weapon – a large breadstick. Her aim proved true as she crammed the thing into the trumpet's bell, plugging the infernal instrument before he could attack again. Using her momentum, she tackled the brazen imbecile to the ground. Flynt tried to push her off, but she slapped his hand away, snatching a new weapon from the floor to bludgeon him with.
The wicker basket bounced harmlessly off his face. Both of them froze, suddenly recognizing the absurdity of their position.
"What on Remnant–"
The older gentleman from the kitchen never finished his exclamation as an excited clapping cut him off. A small boy – no older than seven, if Weiss had to guess – applauded their performance with a burst of laughter. His young sister bounced in her high chair, giggling along. Soon, a few others picked up the clap. One by one, the patrons joined in, blindly congratulating the "performance."
"Bread in my bell?" Flynt chuckled from below.
"It was the best I could come up with, okay?" Weiss complained. Considering he'd come fully armed and she'd had nothing but what she could find to fight back with, Weiss felt she deserved a little understanding. "What was I supposed to do? Stab you with a flute?" One of the nearby musicians quietly tucked her instrument behind her before Weiss could try.
"Nah, it wasn't a bad plan. I can dig it."
Weiss felt a pair of arms quickly lift her off the boy. The gentleman from earlier wore a painfully fake smile as he softly waved to his customers, steering them both away from the public and into the kitchen. Once the doors swung shut behind them, he finally dropped the cheery façade.
"Never, in all my years, have I ever seen such recklessness in my diner!" the man lectured, pointing back at the doors they'd come through. "When that wolf girl approached me about featuring Clemens on her dating site, I didn't realize she planned to destroy my business."
"Wait, dating site?" Weiss asked. Things finally began to click in her mind as she realized who the at-fault faunus had to be.
"Yes! I thought it would be a great chance to promote my business, but I never knew you Huntsmen would brawl like that! I just wanted to show how romantic Clemens could be." The host from earlier slipped in and pulled the man aside for a hushed conversation.
"This wasn't a business meeting?" Weiss questioned, looking to Flynt.
"Is that what you thought?" Flynt replied in bewilderment. "Why would I set up a business meeting through a dating app?"
"But I never signed up for…dang it, Yang!" Her teammate would pay dearly for her prank.
"Heh. So you were really serious about all that contract stuff?"
"I thought I was meeting someone who wanted to do business with the SDC," Weiss tried to explain.
"Sorry to disappoint. We got matched up on that Beacons of Love app. Figured I'd give it a whirl. Couldn't hurt…or, well, I didn't think it would." Flynt scratched at the spot Weiss had slapped earlier.
"Sorry about that," Weiss apologized, suddenly embarrassed at how she'd acted. "I'll take care of the mess here. My family has more insurance than we know what to do with."
Being such a prominent figure demanded such. You never knew when someone would make an attempt on one of them, after all. Sure, it was almost never their fault, but you could hardly expect the White Fang to pay for the damages. Besides, covering such costs made them look generous and helped ensure people were willing to accept the risk of doing business with the primary targets of the biggest terrorist organization on Remnant. Compared to some of their prior problems, paying for the damages to this diner would be insignificant.
The older gentleman, who Weiss had to assume was the owner at this point, approached them yet again, though he seemed a little less angry than before. "It seems my customers believed your display some sort of planned entertainment." More likely, they refused to believe what they'd just witnessed and latched onto any other reasonable explanation. "However, there's still the matter of the damages you two caused."
"Of course," Weiss admitted, producing a small business card she always carried with her. "If you'll contact that number, I'm sure our legal team will be happy to reimburse you. I'll reach out to them personally to ensure the matter is handled discreetly." In other words, if he didn't make a fuss, he'd get full compensation and probably a little more, just to ensure his silence. No doubt, they'd be drafting NDAs within the hour. "On behalf of the Schnee family, I apologize for how we behaved at your fine establishment."
"And if you like, I'd be happy to discuss performing here every now and then," Flynt offered. The owner's eyes widened in fright before Flynt added, "With a normal trumpet, of course. Been playin' since I was a kid. I can send you a demo if you want."
"I'll consider it," the owner said, likely more interested in Weiss's offer than his. "Now, I have a restaurant full of paying customers to attend to, so I'd appreciate–"
"Hold on a minute," Flynt interrupted. "We still haven't finished our date."
"What?"
"The young lady and I placed an order." Flynt flashed a brilliant smile, but Weiss couldn't believe he'd be so bold as to demand service after what they'd pulled. "If you don't mind, we'd like to enjoy the rest of our evening."
"Absolutely no–"
"Their food's already prepared," Jade offered from nearby, two steaming plates of food in her hands. "Seems a shame to let it go to waste." Weiss's mouth watered at the sight of the meal. Going back to Beacon on an empty stomach didn't exactly appeal to her right now. She's getting a big tip.
"Plus, we'll be sure to tell everyone about the amazing food at Clemens," Weiss added, twisting the knife a little more. "I was sort of hoping to bring my team to Clemens in the near future."
Weiss could see the promise of future business working its magic already. Plus, all the attention a restaurant would get from her repeat patronage wasn't something to dismiss so easily. If the place was good enough for Weiss Schnee, of all people, than others would be eager to check the place out. She watched the owner internally debate the pros and cons, but figured the result was inevitable.
Sure enough, the potential earnings won out in the end. "Fine. We will be happy to serve you. Morado," he waved the shy host over, "show the lovely couple to their table. Jade will be right behind you with their order." The owner turned back to them as his staff sprang into action. "Is there anything else I can assist you with this evening?"
"Thanks, but I think the young lady and I can take it from here," Flynt said. Just to be safe, Flynt slipped him some extra lien. The owner bowed graciously before slipping away to speak with the other customers –presumably to smooth things over after their impromptu performance. Flynt offered his arm to escort Weiss back to their table. "You okay tryin' this again?"
"I'll allow it," Weiss answered, hooking her arm though his as they followed Morado back to their table, which he quickly prepared for them. Weiss didn't miss the lien Flynt disguised in a handshake before he offered a chair to Weiss. Nor did she fail to spot the fresh flowers Jade set on the table, the bottle of cordial left behind for them, or Jade's obvious wink. The small orchestra once again started playing – a soft, slow melody that Weiss hadn't heard before. Flynt grinned as he leaned around the candles flanking their flowers, filling her glass with cordial before doing the same for his own.
Maybe this evening wouldn't be so bad after all.
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"How was your date, Weiss?" Yang asked the moment Weiss returned to their room.
"You!" Weiss growled back. "You set me up!"
"Guilty." Yang didn't even bother to deny the charge.
"What?" Ruby asked. "What do you mean she set you up? I thought you were going to a business meeting."
"Your idiot sister signed me up for that Beacons of Love thing. Turns out, the guy I was meeting thought it was a date."
"Yeah, but you know you had fun," Yang laughed, not at all ashamed of her antics.
"I thought I told you not to spy on me," Weiss reminded them before turning to their shared wall with Team LHSR. "And stop helping her, Lilly!"
"What did I do?" came the muffled reply.
"Cool it, Ice Queen." Weiss bristled at the hated moniker. "I didn't need Lilly's help this time. Just had to read the news." So saying, Yang tossed her scroll at Weiss.
Weiss caught the small device easily, glaring at Yang before studying the small display. She nearly crushed the thing as she eyed the photo of her cramming a breadstick in Flynt's trumpet. Crap! I didn't realize anyone took pictures. With how common scrolls had become, she shouldn't have been surprised.
The story was from some restaurant critic, who had been at Clemens that evening. The beginning discussed the atmosphere of the place with far too many flowery words, then complimented the food while noting a few things he'd like to see different. But the final section had to do with the live "entertainment" of the evening.
As pleasant as the music of the evening proved, the highlight came in the unexpected performance of two Huntsmen students. Their humorous spar combined musical aptitude with the childish joy of a food fight. With the Tournament postponed for now, it seems Clemens was keen to capitalize on the lack of Huntsmen demonstrations, though their take on fighting proved far less dangerous and served to highlight the forward thinking of this fine establishment. It is my hope that Clemens will continue to surprise us all, both with their unorthodox entertainment and the fine service one would expect at a much higher cost.
Weiss was grateful they hadn't mentioned her by name, though the picture would give her away instantly. Guess the customers really did fall for it. The whole thing seemed silly now, especially considering how much she'd enjoyed the rest of the evening.
"Guess you two really hit it off," Yang cackled as Weiss failed to hide the blush creeping onto her face.
"Shut it, Yang," she growled back.
"C'mon, Weiss. It's all over your face…and your dress." Weiss stomped her foot angrily at the reminder of her ruined outfit. "Admit it, you had fun tonight." Weiss refused to admit such, even if it was true. "So, when you gonna see him again?"
"That's none of your business."
"Oh, so you did plan a second date." Dang it, Yang! "C'mon, you can tell us. Otherwise, I'll just hunt this guy down and ask him myself."
Weiss dreaded to imagine what that would entail. Embarrassing stories. Horrible ideas of how to impress her. The risk was too great. "Friday," she mumbled quietly.
"What was that?"
"Friday! We're going to see each other again on Friday! There, are you happy now?"
"More than you know," Yang chuckled, silently congratulating herself on her success. So absorbed in her triumph, she failed to notice Blake correcting her profile on her newly-downloaded copy of the app.
Another success story for Beacons of Love. Honestly, prefer Flynt with Weiss over Neptune. Neptune's fun and all, but we never see any meaningful interactions between the two. I think the whole enemy-to-lover angle could be more interesting. Plus, Flynt just seems like such a fun character. Now, excuse me while I go hide from the angry shippers out for my head.
Really curious if there's any specific part of a chapter that you enjoyed most. Last week, my wife loved the Lillyisabutt password, but mainly because a close friend of ours did something like that with my name in college after I messed with her computer...then forgot what she changed it to. Had to get my help resetting it. I think I'll reveal my favorite in each following chapter, in case anyone's interested. Don't want to bias your choices, after all.
Well, that's all for now. Not much from Team LHSR this week, but we'll see more of them in the next chapter. Plenty more stupidity to come.