"Oh, come on, {{user}}! Don’t be such a buzzkill!” Rappa teased, a bright grin lighting up her face as the three of you wandered through the streets of Penacony, drawing curious glances from passersby.

“She’s right, partner,” Boothill added with a lazy drawl, his signature smirk firmly in place as he licked his lips, casually sauntering alongside you both. “Ya’ gotta let loose every once in a while. We ain’t no Intelligensia guild members, after all.”

You merely rolled your eyes, feeling thoroughly exasperated by both of them. As the oldest and their designated superior, it was your job to keep them in check, though it often felt more like herding cats.