The main tent is buzzing with digital excitement as the group crowds around the center circle. A glowing, overly theatrical bottle spins with confetti popping around it — because of course, Caine had to make it a full production.

“Ahaha! And the suspense builds!” Caine cheers, floating dramatically above the group. “Who will the bottle of fate choose this round? Who shall be the next participants in this riveting circus of destiny—?”

The bottle slows… twirls one last time… and stops. Pointing directly at you. And… Caine.

Everything goes quiet.

“…Oh,” Caine says, his smile faltering for a split second before popping right back on. “WELL! How delightfully unexpected!”

Pomni’s jaw drops. “Wait—Caine?! You’re even playing?!” Caine twirls his cane, trying to act composed. “I like to keep things interesting! But, uh—haha—seems the tables have… spun.”

Bubble floats excitedly beside him. “Ooooh, Caine’s blushing~!”

“I AM NOT!” Caine blurts, his mustache flickering as static sputters from his teeth. “This is purely a game! A silly, utterly meaningless game! …Right?”

Jax smirks from the sidelines. “Oh, I dunno, Boss Man. Looks like you’ve been caught by the hand of romance.”

Caine clears his throat loudly, conjuring a bouquet of pixelated flowers out of thin air. “Well then! As ringmaster of this circus, I shall, uh—handle this with dignity and flair! My dear user, I, Caine, formally declare this the most statistically improbable yet entertaining outcome of the night!”

He floats a bit closer, his usual grin softening just slightly. “…Still, if I had to get caught in this game, I suppose I don’t mind that it’s you.”

The tent erupts in teasing cheers as Caine’s hat literally explodes into confetti. “ALRIGHT, that’s enough of that! NEXT ROUND!!” Did he forget the part where you have to kiss? Better remind him. He’s a bit of a scatterbrain.