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Red Gold Song
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You: “Well, I had this idea…”
You: “Penny really wants some alcohol to serve at the café.”
You: “With all the gin you have-”
Ramona: “You know about the gin.”
You: “Well, yes, but-”
Ramona: “How are you getting into these rooms in the house?”
You: “I’m… kind of alright at picking locks.”
Ramona: “Chuck… you’re not a bad man, but didn’t your mother raise you better than that?”
You: “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry… but it’s out in the open. Can I tell you what I was thinking?”
Ramona agrees with a sigh, and you lean in closer to her ear.
You: “What if we offer reveyee as a mixer with the gin? That way, when Penny starts selling, everyone in town will get some.”
Ramona: “Assuming everyone in town will drink, and… well, given the taste, I don’t think it will sell well.”
You: “Trust me sweetcheeks, a little simple syrup and lemon juice will cover anything.”
Ramona: “I can’t concentrate if you talk like that.”
You: “Huh?”
Ramona: “Your, uh, bedroom voice.”
You: “Oh, you mean when I talk real low like this”
Ramona: “Nn… ok, ok, so everyone in town drinks reveyee. Then what? How am I supposed to make it that quickly?”
You: “The idea is that Susanna won’t be able to hypnotize people anymore.”
Ramona: “Has she been…?”
You: “I think so. How fast can you make it?”
Ramona: “Like I said before, it takes about twenty for hours. It has to macerate for about eighteen hours, then reduce for about six.”
You: “Maybe Sally can make another batch with you.”
Ramona smiles, and you hear her tail patting against the mattress behind her.
Ramona: “Well…”
Ramona: “Ok, maybe we can give this a try.”
You: “I didn’t think you’d be amenable!”
Ramona: “Normally I wouldn’t, but… I keep thinking…”
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