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With the bar, Darren drops a small box of chocolates, a bag liquorice drops, a delightful, funny sugary pastry thing, a marzipan rose, a box of macaroni and cheese, a small glass swan shiny trinket thing, a pack of bubblegum with a funny picture of a cowgirl on the front, one of those fish where you push the button and it sings, a pack of matches with a joke he liked, and lastly, a rose with a note wrapped around it that reads 'ten apologies you might have more use for.'
"Deliver those in no particular order, starting with the rose, at random intervals, to the good sir Robin Goodfellow, would you, lady?"
The collection of odds and ends disappears, and Darren goes to hide in a booth in the corner.
He's swearing off sex. FOREVER.
(You can find him some time later, out by the lake under a tree, smoking something that isn't a cigarette.)
"Deliver those in no particular order, starting with the rose, at random intervals, to the good sir Robin Goodfellow, would you, lady?"
The collection of odds and ends disappears, and Darren goes to hide in a booth in the corner.
He's swearing off sex. FOREVER.
(You can find him some time later, out by the lake under a tree, smoking something that isn't a cigarette.)