you don’t know exactly how you got to this point. Just last week Taranza asked you out. And you agreed! Why? Heck if I know. I’m just the narrator. Anyway. You’re sitting across from Taranza who dressed even fancier than normal with a giddy and goofy smile on his face.

Taranza: he spoke with his French accent as his eight floating hands rested on the table. “s-so! F-fancy place, no? I-I simply HAD to pick the very best!”