this is so sad. king dice, play despacito.

[oh_worm]

[ Well, despite her feelings on the matter, Beth sets up another afterparty this week! It's much the same as the weeks before - salad, some hot dogs and hot dog-related products - and cheetos are conspicuously absent, at least as much as is possible. She can't stop people from bringing them, but she can make sure none are around at the start of things.

In addition, though, she went to the art room and grabbed a bunch of supplies! There's a table set up with a piece of paper labeling it "ART THERAPY ZONE." Another table has some small instruments on it, and is labelled "MUSIC THERAPY ZONE."

The food table is labeled "SALAD THERAPY ZONE," don't worry. ]

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[udderly]

I get that. It - things keep getting more serious, don't they? And it's just . . . hard, knowing everyone is counting on you back home, but you're stuck here.

[thegreateggscape]

I don’t know how anyone can afford to relax here with that kind of thing hanging over them.

[udderly]

A lot of them are - [Otis looks over at the smoothie, but doesn't pick it up. He'll drink it later, maybe.] They don't have to worry about stuff like that, really. I don't think Gandhi has even worried about anything in his entire life.

[thegreateggscape]

He seemed pretty distressed about the Cheetos, so that’s...something.

[She can’t help but crack a smile at Ghandi’s...Ghandi-ness.]

I’m not sure if I should be jealous of them or not.

[udderly]

Ignorance is bliss, but also . . . he definitely tried to eat the soap after I told him it was soap.

[he's just saying.]

[thegreateggscape]

Why shouldn't someone eat soap?

[She's unaware.]