Today the Luxe, Tomorrow the Coup
"You weren't joking about the cake, were you?" Evalyn chuckled breathlessly, looking at Crux, stuffing her face with chocolate cake with pupils the size of pins. She was cracked out.
"It's a waste of time to ask her questions, rhetorical or otherwise." Kaze smiled mysteriously, "The manic euphoria she's experiencing is historically reserved for emperors and first-time drug users."
Every cabinet member except Daniel and Veronica had just left the food court, where Crux got a triple-chocolate turtle cake.
Now the cat woman weaved through massive crowds of rowdy shoppers with half still on its original plate, eating it with a fork.
Evalyn chuckled ominously, and her eyes deadened, looking at the divine beast whose smile was seven layers deep in the depths of lunacy. "This is giving me anxiety.
Everyone's bumping into everyone right now, and if someone knocks over that cake, we'll have a significant problem."