[Yet another cherub floats by, carrying cute, pastel purple cups of fruit punch on a glittering golden tray. Dee snatches one up, earning herself an unimpressed look from the tiny angel, but Dee either doesn't notice, or doesn't care.
It's likely the latter.
She holds the cup up like she's giving a toast, brightening a little.]
Likewise, Angel! I think we might make a great team! [Then she tilts her head back and downs the entire cup in one hit. The punch is so sweet that she immediately regrets doing this, and shakes her head violently once she's swallowed it.]
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It's likely the latter.
She holds the cup up like she's giving a toast, brightening a little.]
Likewise, Angel! I think we might make a great team! [Then she tilts her head back and downs the entire cup in one hit. The punch is so sweet that she immediately regrets doing this, and shakes her head violently once she's swallowed it.]