Most Wonderful Time of the Year ☆

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[ It's that time of the year again! Rika woke up excited, ready to spend her day getting stuff done at the expense of boys. She loves Mother's Day! ]

[ Phone ☆ ]
mi~i! Good afternoon, everyone! I am sorry to bother you, but I am going to be selling lemonade today! I would very much appreciate it if you would come by 1762 Beaver Street and buy some lemonade from me! I hope to earn some money to establish a Games Club in Mayfield, so please do not hesitate to buy lots and lots of lemonade!

[ Action ☆ Grocery Store ]
[ Rika was sad to see her family full of drones, but at least the drone dad is good for something. She has a lot of money and can be seen wandering around the grocery store in search of lemonade mix and plastic cups. If you're a boy and you're spotted, Rika will look over at you with a pitiful expression. ]
Mi-... I wonder if I will be able to carry all of this... I wish someone would help me. [ That' your cue. ]

[ Action ☆ Outside 1762 Beaver Street ]
[ And as she said in the phone call, Rika sets up a lemonade stand by the lawn. She's got plenty of lemonade to offer and will wave cheerily to anyone who passe by. Particularly those of the male variety. ]
Good day to you, sir! Please come buy some lemonade! [ The prices are even reasonable! But that's because Rika expects a good turn out. ]

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[ She giggles. ] It may not be a lot, but it is enough. I hope the lemonade is good enough to deserve such a kind offer.

[on_bailes_strand]

Y-yes...

[He feels his face getting hot and reaches to touch his forehead. Is he getting a fever?]

[Of course, to her, he's just blushing beet red.]

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[ Rika notices this... hm. And she didn't even intend to make him blush or anything... ]

Mi... Are you okay, sir? Your face is all red like a strawberry. [ She reaches out to touch his forehead too, just to be safe. ] Maybe I should give you extra lemonade to fix it.

[on_bailes_strand]

Um...n-no...I'm...uh...alright...

[The more he stares at her, or even listens to her, the redder his blush becomes.]

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We must cure the redness! Here!

[ She pours him an extra big glass of lemonade. ]

Surely this will make you feel more than "Alright" but "absolutely wonderful"! Nipah!

[on_bailes_strand]

Really?

[He drinks it, but chokes on the first gulp.]

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nyao~! Are you okay? Is my lemonade no good?

[on_bailes_strand]

It's good!

[He ends up shouting that at the top of his lungs.]

It's very good! I've never had anything so delicious! It's better than even what Mother makes!

[If he had any fancier vocabulary, he definitely would have used that.]

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I am glad to hear it, then! [ Smile smile. ] Thank you so much for accepting it.

[on_bailes_strand]

Your smile is...beautiful.

[It's so radiant that he just wants to take it home with him.]

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... Beautiful? [ No one has actually told her that. She isn't quite sure what her reaction is supposed to be. ] Are you certain?

[on_bailes_strand]

Yes. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

[Then again, he's looking through Mother's Day goggles.]

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[ Wow, Mayfiels has really broken him.

... Hm... How can she use this to her advantage, though? ]

M-mi... Surely that is not the case... Pretty girls get invited out to ice cream and milkshakes where they do not pay. I want such things, but I am not pretty enough to get them.

[on_bailes_strand]

Really? I'll get you some!

[...Of course, he's probably not gonna pay either. But nobody should mind him borrowing an ice cream for such a beautiful girl, right?]

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Could you really? Am I really beautiful enough to deserve such things?

[on_bailes_strand]

Of course you are. I'm not a bard and I can't write a poem for you or anything, but I still think you're beautiful.

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Then please, be so kind as to prove it to me so my humble heart can believe you, sir~.

[ Terrible girl alert. ]

[on_bailes_strand]

Where do we get ice cream?