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[Hilda is not a poet, Lorenz—and she is endlessly entertained by thinking of progressively stupider words to rhyme with purple, truth be told, but alas! This is to be taken (somewhat) seriously! And she would like Lorenz to land a nice date for the night, so allow her to heave a dramatic sigh.]

It should, but—fine. Put something about your purple hair, or your purple eyes. [Oh! Oh! Time to sit up a tad straighter.] Beeeeecause they're what makes you such a prize.

[Holy shit, she is nailing this.]

[Thank you for sympathizing with his plight, Hilda, instead of doing something much more Hilda-like, like saying "zurple" and giggling into the boxed wine. He's thankful.]

A prize...?

[He taps his cheap ballpoint pen, the only kind he can afford, and Considers this humble suggestion. It's true, he's a luxury etc, etc, but is it gauche to call oneself a prize in a literal auction? It might be.

But for Hilda he will jot it down in the corner anyway, and then take a long, long sip of wine.]

Noted! We'll circle back to the issue of rhyming later.

[Please appreciate the herculean task that is practicing self-restraint! This is all in the name of Golden Deer Friendship, which is also why she decides to circle back to the rhyming bit right the hell now.]

Why wouldn't you want it to rhyme? You need a poem that people remember.

[And people are more likely to remember short, snappy poems with cute rhymes. Hilda knows this because Hilda knows people, so.]

I know how... creative you are, [she begins, going for the tried and true approach,] but you can't make it too complex. Not everyone will grasp the meaning! I know I wouldn't.

[She is but a simple Hilda... woe...]

[His verse... is an art!!! Well-honed, finely crafted art!!!]

I suppose it would be more efficient to write something short. Alright! While I would ordinarily never show this level of incomplete work to someone, please let me know what you think!

[He holds the notebook up, turning it around so she can see. He has written his name with an unnecessary amount of flourish and doodle decoration. In the corner, it says "prize". The word purple is in another corner.]

[Please know that Lorenz holds up his notebook and Hilda promptly bites the inside of her cheek. Hard. All of that space! That incredibly dramatic L!]

Oh, wow! [Softly, with Feeling:] Wow. Lorenz...

[No, no. She needs an extra second, hence the sip (re: quick gulp) of rosé she takes as she ensures her giggles are tamped the fuck down. This is endearing, actually? Further proof that Lorenz is just like everyone else.]

I've always wondered how you come up with such great ideas, and now I understand. Your mind is so— [EMPTY] —f-free.

[She did not softly snort into her wine glass there. No, sir.]

[Ah... Not even three glasses of boxed wine can stop her absolute mirth over his incomplete poem from reaching him. This is why he doesn't show anyone his poetry!! This right here!

He has enough pride left to sniff smugly as he looks down at his poem again and the telltale blush of wine and shame creeps up from his neck. So regrettable, everyone is a critic...]

It is— a process. It takes longer than an afternoon to come up with something truly poetic, you know.

[That said, oho, listen to this great new idea:] Why don't you write your own? We'll make a friendly competition out of it.

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still waiting on the bee poem tbh

je refuse bee poem!!

you can't escape your destiny!!!

i can buzz right out of it actually

well, i choose to bee-lieve in you

i am bee-leaving this thread