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[The text showed up in the journals around dawn, in the style of a wanted ad in the newspaper-- if Luceti had a newspaper. The letters were straight and friendly. The message was concise:]

PING PONG TABLE SEEKS HOME
PUBLIC ACCESS REQUIRED

REPLY FOR DETAILS

[That was all Cliff needed to do. He had spent the last month or so just toying with it as a side project, taking his time with the plans, materials, and other details of the table. He found proper measurements for everything and made sure that it was up to professional standards.

Anyone who dares to tell him that ping pong isn't a sport is liable to get payback for the suggestion. Somehow.

Cliff took off for the day after the announcement, after scribbling out a quick note for Fayt that he was headed out. Luceti was relatively safe, but he preferred to keep his people informed of what he was doing. His first stop is Seventh Heaven to grab a bite to eat, since the man can't cook for the life of him. There's a reason he's banned from the kitchen, after all. Throughout the day afterward he can be found in various parts of the plaza, gathering supplies for what looks like a trip to the Beach. With the weather getting warmer, he saw no reason to not take advantage of what the sea had to offer. Diving under to see the fish was always fun, after all.

Feel free to catch him anywhere. Talk to him, harrass him, prank him, join him. Anything goes.]

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[Mornings have been Aleos' shift since he started working at Seventh Heaven, and while most days he's too busy making the food to come around to see how the customers were liking their meals, today he had a little downtime. He took these things very seriously, after all.]

Good morning, sir. How are you liking your food today?

[The dedication of these young people showed in how they kept their regular shifts and always showed up-- barring a bizarre experiment, of course. Cliff smiled. It was always good to see another early bird.]

It's as good as always. Could you give my compliments to the chef?

Glad to hear that. Though... I am the chef, actually. [He smiles a bit sheepishly, guess who isn't used to receiving compliments or know how to handle them?]

I open up the restaurant and am usually the only chef for the first shift.

You do all the--?

Wow, that's impressive! I always wondered who else got up so early to take care of this place.

Well, someone has to, and I really don't mind it at all. [Rin had been very eager to turn the morning shift over to him.]

Cooking is just something that I like to do and I'm used to doing it for others.

Oh? You run a restaurant back home?

Huh? [The look on his face is one of a person caught completely off guard.] No, nothing that big! I'm still a first year in secondary school back home.

I just have a brother who has a talent for burning through pans with water.

[He nodded. It was still impressive talent for someone who cooked out of necessity, but--]

Are you sure your bro isn't just an artiste?

[Although he made jokes about cooking, he was well aware of his relative lack of talent in the front. ~~but he's totally an artiste i swear it to you!~~

[He just happened to have a great teacher in the form of his very talented and studied grandmother, which he wouldn't be afraid to admit if he's asked more about it.]

... If he were an artiste I think more girls would be after him. And I would get to hear about it at breakfast every morning.

No girls, huh? Now that's a darn shame!

[He shook his head, moderately disappointed in the guy that he would most likely never meet.]

He'd probably have brought those girls along for breakfast, and then you might pick up one yourself. It'd be a win-win for everyone there.

Nah, too many is the problem. He's running out of excuses to turn them away for whatever reason. [Not that he was fond of all the ones he did meet, so he frowns a bit at Cliff's comment, if a bit flustered.]

I'm not exactly interested in girls that much older than me, he's in university. [It'd look weird.]

Aah. I see.

[He scratched his head, considering Aleos' alleged predicament.]

College girls can definitely be tricky. Too bad, unless you had some friends who wanted to crash overnight just for breakfast.

Mm... some of them do? Or they used to. [Nowadays he crashes over at their place instead, though he still gets kitchen privileges.]

... Wait, are you saying I should try to pursue college girls?

[He grinned, clearly teasing.]

There's no shame in it, is there?

[Teasing or not, he's still flustered!]

It's a little weird and I think some suitress would gape.

I don't think anyone's gonna care 'round here, if you decided to try. It's your business, though.

[He shrugged. Luceti was a weird place. Who could say what would happen?]

... I suppose it is, isn't it? [He almost says it with a sense of awe, such a concept was one he still wasn't used to in all his months here.]

But I think I'll try looking among those who are my age first.

Well...[Considering that Cliff felt well out of place regarding the predominant population within the enclosure...] There's plenty of those to go around.

So date every one of them, is that what you're saying? [That's a joke, THAT'S A TOTAL JOKE.]

Yep. You got it in one.

[He's totally joking too.]

[No Cliff no, you're talking to a kid who takes things a little too seriously.

Cue a bug-eyed look because what.]

[Cliff stared back, bowled over by the sheer fact that the kid believed him.]

...Uh. Look. You need to lighten up just a little.

[He scratched his neck. Where was this kid coming from...?]

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