“I’m looking forward to it,” Perv says. “I love how avant-garde all your compositions are.”
No duh, they’re avant-garde. They were written by a bunch of musicians who don’t even exist in this world.
“I mean, the brute ate up all the tea and pastries in Princess Rose’s room. Can you believe it?”
“Damn, that’s messed up.”
Hmm?
Now that she mentions it, I feel like I might’ve done the exact same thing yesterday, but…nah, probably just a coincidence.