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"Okie." Fumizuki pours a cup of lemonade for Sebastian. "Here you go. Enjoy."

Camera cuts to Drael wearing an apron and he was being flimed cutting and squeezing lemons. His head would snap upwards and was looking directly at the camera, which would twist his face into an expression of rage and he would run at the camera. The last thing the camera saw was a baseball mit sized hand going towards the camera, then static before it cut back to the cute floof.


(Sorry. I couldn't help it.)

Charlie subtly picks up the camera, downloading the data from it. "hehehehehe"

"Thank you for the wonderful lemonade, Fumizuki"

"No pwobwem, Uncle Maffius." Fumizuki beams happily.

Sebastian took the cup gently. "Thanks." He said, before taking a sip of it.

It was actually quite good. He was expecting a random piece of grass or a lemonade that was mostly just water. But it wasn't any of that, it was very decent and mildly amazed him.

He brought Fumizuki a lemon and put it in her lap. He thought he was helping. He sat in front of her wagging his tail.

"Thank you, doggie." Fumizuki has the lemon sent to Drael to be washed and processed so it can be used.

He trots off to bring the lemon to Drael. He wagged his tail the entire way. He set the lemon at Drael's feet and wagged his tail with a dog-smile.

He picked up the lemon and petted the dog "thank you, boy. Do me a favor and go take care of Fumizuki, boy"

"Wow! Nice setup, Fumi." Eleanor was jogging before stepping by her friend's lemonade stand.

He trotted back out and then laid down next to Fumizuki's seat.

After handing the young entrepreneur the correct coin, Gary gave a friendly wave and hopped back into his van. The lemonade was much better than the powder kind you got at the store. Hopefully, he'd see her at Chuck E. Cheese at some point. He should make a point of handing out more tokens to people he met intentionally. After all, someone in the rat suit frequently did just that at special events.

The line at the stand was growing. It seemed Fumizuki was doing quite well for herself. A dog even brought her a lemon to help out! With that, Gary headed off and hoped that his restaurant did as well.

"Thank you." Fumizuki smiled as she continued serving the many customers she was getting.

Today was a particularly good day. On good days, Alan decided to be as productive as he could muster all things considered and his mental state willing. A stroll was in order, a break from the monotony of his incessant typing away at yet another story for the ages. He broke the chains of his isolation and made an effort to be somewhere else -- anywhere else other than attached to his typewriter.

The sun felt almost unfamiliar, blaring even as it poured over him, blinding him briefly. A defensive gesture was made, an arm coming up to shield his burning blues. Alan came to his senses, adjusting, and lowered his protection to enjoy the reprieve from an otherwise impending darkness. He would never truly complain about the sun. Not in his right mind, he certainly wouldn't...

He was ambling at this point, meandering both along the sidewalk and within his thoughts, a sort of trepidation lingering at the back of his mind for having left his work unguarded. It was then he noticed the little lemonade stand and the young girl attending to it. That was perhaps the key to a distraction he definitely needed at the moment.

He approached Fumizuki with a wry smile, eyes twinkling genially but no amount of careful effort could take away from his obviously tired features. "Hello there!"

Fumizuki smiled at her latest customer. "Hewwo. You look like you need some lemonade."

Alan tilted somewhat, a tall man with not much width to him appeared to be practically looming over the poor girl. He righted himself, kneeling somewhat to steady his gaze more evenly with Fumizuki's.

"You know what, that sounds pretty good right about now. I think I just might have myself cup."

He went right to his feet and he looked at Alan. His tail was straight and his ears were up and alert. He moved from Fumizuki's side and walked to Alan and started inspecting him. He started to whine and whimper. He started nuzzling his hand and sitting at Alan's side and offering his paw as if he had detected something about Alan, and he needed to help Alan and comfort him.


The usually playful and rambunctious dog had seemingly gone into a more tranquil yet nurturing state.

"Hello," the witch said, placing down a benevolent three quarters. "Can you fill this cup for me, please?" She handed the small store owner a delicate wooden-and-ceramic flagon, which was adorned with ceramic snakes. They had flowers in their mouths, and the whole thing shimmered faintly.

Fumizuki pours a cup of lemonade for Alan, and then fills up Kitsunebi's flagon. "That will be 25 cents, pwease."