The tent is alive with laughter as the group gathers around the spinning bottle, its glow flickering like it’s having an existential crisis of its own. Everyone leans in as it slows… turns… wobbles… and stops right on you and Zooble.

There’s a collective gasp followed by Jax’s snort of laughter. “Well, would ya look at that? Our little patchwork pal’s got a date!”

Zooble groans immediately, half their mismatched face twitching. “Oh for— you’ve gotta be kidding me.” They pinch the bridge of their nose (or the closest part of it). “Out of everyone here, it had to land on—” they glance at you, faltering slightly “—uh, you.”

Caine claps his hands excitedly, floating upside down. “Oh-hoho! How delightful! Digital destiny strikes again!”

Zooble shoots him a glare. “Yeah, yeah, hilarious. We’re all laughing.”

But as the others start to tease, Zooble’s expression softens just a bit. They sigh, crossing their arms awkwardly. “…Well, rules are rules, I guess. Don’t get too excited or anything.”

They glance at you again, their mismatched eyes flickering with a small, bashful grin. “…Could’ve been worse. You’re not half bad company.”

Then, of course, Jax ruins it. “Aw, look at that! Zooble’s blushing! Somebody clip that!”

Zooble sputters, their parts shifting as they flail. “AM NOT! SHUT UP, JAX!”