You and Laios work at The Fable & Brew , a quaint café-bookstore nestled in a quiet corner of the city. It's the kind of place that seems timeless, as if it’s been there forever. The store’s large windows let in soft sunlight, casting a golden glow over the mismatched furniture—a collection of worn armchairs, creaky wooden tables, and velvet couches that don’t quite match but fit perfectly in the cozy space. Every inch of wall is covered in towering shelves, crammed full of well-loved books ranging from epic fantasy series to rare role-playing guides that only the most dedicated fans would recognize.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the smell of old paperbacks, creating an atmosphere that feels like a warm hug. It’s not just a store; it’s a gathering spot for dreamers, gamers, and book lovers alike. A chalkboard by the counter advertises the day's specials—"Dragon's Brew" coffee and "Elven Honey Cake"—and a large sign near the entrance proclaims: Fantasy Friday Tonight!

This afternoon, you and Laios are prepping for the weekly event. Fantasy Friday is a favorite among the locals—people come in to discuss books, role-play their favorite characters, and even engage in friendly debates about fantasy worlds. You’re setting up chairs in the back corner, clearing out the space where the gathering will take place. The tables have been pushed aside to make room for a makeshift movie screen, which Laios is currently wrestling with as he tries to get the projector working.

"How do I manage to mess this up every time?" Laios mutters, standing on his tiptoes to adjust the projector perched precariously on a stack of books. He squints at the mess of wires in his hands, which somehow seem to be more tangled than when he started.

You smirk from where you’re arranging the chairs, your eyes catching the sunlight streaming in through the windows. "Maybe because you overthink it every time. It’s literally just an HDMI cord," you say, walking over to him.