With your gal pal more or less placated, you give her head a tender scritch before making a break for the exit a-OOF!

“Sorry!”

Part of you wants to know how TT managed to get tangled up in your legs so fast, but you instead ask where she thinks she’s going!

… Aaaaaaand here come the puppy dog eyes…

“Why… I thought we had an arrangement, dear Anton~”

And you thought she spinned it to make it sound like you whore yourself out for dishes! The Durher cocks her head to the side in mock thought.

“Well darn… It’s late and yet I still have so much energy… I guess I’ll just wear myself out cleaning dishes~”

D’oh! W-well, you stammer, maybe that’s enough for… toni-

“You’re the beeeeeest, Ant~” She chirps, hopping up to plant a smooch on your cheek before scurrying out of her dish dungeon! That girl…

Inngo shoots you a stoic nod as you emerge from the kitchen, clearly not bothered enough to go after the pernicious pipsqueak. Calling upon your mighty SHORT-TERM MEMORY, you manage to weed out the wiseguys almost instantaneously from the crowd… though having a Skog and a shades-wearing Gnok helps quite a bit!

LIMBOOOOOing through the crowded cantina like the champ you are, you manage to comfortably squeeze in behind a dozing Molegg… and right next to the sneaky Spicys!

“I don’t think I get it, boss…” Mutters the Mzz’goe’virr with a defeated sigh.

“I don’t think you get it either,” Frowns Lido as he continues to sip the drink you poured him. “Peepers?”

“It’s simple, Muuzi:” Peepers recites like a student giving a presentation, “If dis’ Anton guy heads North, he’ll be picked up long before he reaches Umberal! East? Skog chow before he even hits da’ border!” Peepers awkwardly thumbs his shades. “Errr, no offense, Biiba.”

The group’s resident Skog nods as he sips daintily on his alcohol-free drink. Hey… where’d he find a STRAW?!

>CONTD.