ƒ008. scent of a slayer
Anyone wanna clear up this whole gig where the water I just used to brush my teeth with tastes like Jack?
'mean, I'm not complaining, but if this isn't just me - I'm interested to see what kinda fun could be had.
[There's the sound of the journal shutting, then about fifteen minutes later, she's at the fountain. Where anyone can join her. The journal won't pick up anything that goes on there. It's a good thing.]