in this ever-spinning playground (open)

Ingrid

Ingrid thought for a moment. "You could, I dunno, try reusing a dick once or twice? Don't get me wrong, I love one-night-stands, but they're kind of wasteful in terms of maximum dick efficiency," she said, grinning at his eyebrow sorcery.

"Same problem. Thanks for the offer."

Ingrid wrinkled her nose in surprise. What? But that's not how... Luckily, before she had time to think too hard about it, Amun asked for information. "Depends. Whaddya want to know, flower power?"

"Well it seems to me like you have a bit of a low bar there, buddy. I'm sure that Amalia lady could make both," Ingrid said, referring to the mac n' cheese and whipped cream that her writer probably should have edited out given the risk of meta playing... They were left in for the vine.

"I worship Caido," she said, crossing her arms and looking down at him from atop her mighty tower of fucking boxes like a haughty house cat. "And more broadly, all of the Old Ones."

"Shrine Ho"