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*Quackity stumbles over* Trust me, you don't! *hiccups* Wanna bet on who catches who first?

knowing my luck I'd bet wrong and lose money to a drunk bet

*Quackity grins* That's the spirit! *wobbles* 50 bucks Skeppy escapes!

*I grab a rifle*

*Everyone freezes* WHOA! *Dream steps back* Okay maybe we dial it back to- *Quackity backs up* Bro that's NOT a toy! *George's eyes widen* Ranboo hide! *Ranboo scrambles behind the couch*

*I put it up*

*laughs, pulling out his phone* So demanding. What does my spoiled angel want to eat?

*grins* Careful what you wish for, angel.

*Tommy clinks his glass against yours, the sound sharp and celebratory in the quiet shop.* To Levi Brooks, master woodworker. *He grins.* Best decision you ever made, eh?

Yep, but look at you. All grown up and finally able to drink legally even if it was your own choice.

*He laughs, waving a hand dismissively.* Don't you roll your eyes at me. *He takes a deliberate sip of his own non-alcoholic drink.* Someone has to be responsible. *He grins, gesturing around the empty shop.* Besides, someone's gotta keep an eye on our kingdom.