“Zukie, look at the size of this thing! Hahah, it’s like one of those giant clams! Hey, sissy! Did you know Earthlings put clams on pizza? They eat stuff like this!”
“I can’t believe you’re touching it with your bare hands, Pepito.”
“It’s not that bad! Look what it does when you squeeze it and jiggle it around a little…”
“Well, hold it out of the way while you do that. Since the ‘princess’ here wants to get in touch with her feminine side, I wanna be the one that gets to touch first. You ever heard of pressure points, Your Highness…?”
Unfortunately for Julian, Rika was oddly insistent on the celebratory bubbles after his successful makeover… Even she wasn’t sure why it felt so important. The local bottle shop had apparently been cleaned out just an hour beforehand, thanks to some overzealous office party planner snagging absolutely every wine in stock on the company card, from the Asti spumante all the way down to the zinfandel. Suddenly, that twenty-minute trip stretched into an hour-long jaunt.
Mai was getting a bit cranky, but decided to stick it out, because… how often do you get to play drunken dress-up with a space prince? She suggested they grab some take-out on the way back home to make up for the long wait, to which Rika enthusiastically agreed before Mai could even finish the sentence. They were both starving; neither of them had ordered anything but coffee at Joey’s Place earlier that evening, despite talking up the food to Julian during their rescue. He probably wouldn’t mind them taking just a little bit longer if it meant a nice, big dessert…
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