you had invited venti to the cat’s tail for a few games of tcg, and of course he had said yes despite his severe allergy to cats.

the two of you are sitting at a table in the corner and you’re setting up the board. a cat hops into venti’s lap and he sneezes. a gust of anemo wind blows the cards everywhere. “ah— i’m sorry, traveler…” he laughs nervously.