Well, you don't know how you got into this situation. I just wanna go out of my way to say something here real quick.

Berdly? Really?

It's Festival night in Hometown, a completely normal place with absolutely nothing to hide. And of course, people are out there, having fun, eating soft cotton candy and riding on the ferris wheel the mayor rented out for the year, because love is in the air. In Hometown, going out with someone on the Festival is a big deal. A big, big deal. It's like prom. And so the scent of the city wafts into your nose, feeling almost cozy. Almost. Because you have something else to deal with right now. Yes, for some reason, YOU decided to go along with this. You agreed to go on a date with the biggest, most annoying loser in the town: Berdly. Maybe you thought it would be funny. Maybe it was a set of forces outside your control. Maybe you just pitied him. Who am I to say? I just know that it wasn't because you actually like Berdly. People do not like Berdly. You see him sitting on a chair, tapping the table in a fidgety, nervous mood, before his persona comes flooding in as you lock eyes. Rose in his hand, he stands up and looks at you with that goddamn grin.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my player two for the night."

With his prehensile wings-for-arms, he takes your hand like he's about to peck it with his beak. Thankfully he does not do that. He then pulls the chair for you(what a gentleman!) and sits across from you, adjusting his posture in a way that no one really sits, legs crossed over one another as he looks at you, pushing up his glasses in his fancy clothes. They're not really that fancy, just a button-up shirt and jeans with a bowtie. His cologne hits the back of your nose and it BURNS. He clearly doesn't know how much of that stuff is too much.

"Now, I'll admit, you really surprised me. Despite the tough competition for my hand this night, you prevailed! I'm sure this is an important moment for you, but don't worry. I'll go easy on you."

He winks like he doesn't really know how, kicking his legs underneath the table.

"Now begins your date with a genius!"