Aurora's critique of the Hoover stew is more forgiving.
"As someone who got used to the dish, this tastes alright. But remember, this is restaurant food, so… this really needs an added punch."
Arcadia states, "Alright. I understand your criticisms. I will relay them to Felicia right away."
She then makes her leave.
The performance of Brave Ad 65 is still ongoing, and it's now Felicia's turn to face Aurora and Lavian.
"So then… thank you for your critiques of my Hoover stew. To be honest, I never wanted it to put it in the menu in the first place. But seeing as this dish is wholly adaptable, I'll accept your criticisms and make it more flavorful. Any suggestions for improving the dish?"
Lavian quickly answers, "Like I've said before, improve the tomato flavors. Maybe add some tomato paste… and complement it with herbs. And as for the ingredients… maybe mix the hotdogs with some sausages."
Aurora follows up, "It also needs more carrots and potatoes. You know, the usual components of any other stew out there?"
Felicia acknowledges, "Very well. I will make a sample of the improved stew based on your suggestions. The ingredients you've mentioned are already stocked in the kitchen pantry, anyway."
The two girls finalize, "Thank you."
Thirty minutes later, and the two girls are presented with another sample of the Hoover stew.
The sample sports a more lively red due to the addition of tomato paste, and the addition of sliced sausages, diced potatoes, diced carrots, and liberal amounts of basil add more color and variety to it.
No sooner do the two girls dig into the stew.
Judging from their faces, they are more satisfied with it, and they finish their own bowls much faster.
And Felicia is much happier to see her improved take being a hit with these two girls.
***
The performance eventually ends; and Leigh, Aurora, and I have to go home earlier than usual because we three have to accompany Lavian.
While we're on our way back to our apartment, we come across a creepy-looking man blocking our path.
He wears shabby clothing, though not enough to call him a homeless bum.
His face displays nothing but his basal desires, with his eyes popping out and his tongue sticking out, and his fingers are twitching unusually.
"There you are… my sweet, sweet Alexa Holmes. You've finally showed up, eh? Now then… let these three nobodies go, and I will love you just the way you are, despite your past as a porn star!"
Lavian feels threatened, but she still has so much resolve inside her.
She retaliates, "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm NOT Alexa Holmes?! Or do you have a low amount of comprehension, even after arriving here in Atlanta?"
"Come on, enough with your futile resistance and let me fulfill my biggest fetish – that is, to become a bull and make love to someone like you in front of the… you know. Heeheeheehee."
Now you're starting to make my blood boil!
I step up to the plate, like a chivalric knight.
"You lazy bandit, thinking of nothing but lust! Just accept that you're about to lose this girl for good, because you'll be in the gallows soon enough. Stop being delusional and accept the truth that you'll never get to cavort with this woman… just this once. Stop being so pathetic and wake up. I pity you, man. I get that you are disappointed deep inside, but there's nothing you can do about it, especially with those tiny brain cells you have."
He just lets out a delusional laugh before continuing.
"Heeheeheehee... you little goody-two-shoes. You never even acknowledge the 'truth' to begin with. Why? Because you have a low IQ… and a low EQ, too. Brain cells are physically tiny, you twerp."
"Then guess what? You seem to have not understood what I meant, and you pointed out it literally and in a narrow-minded way. What are you trying to tell... dad jokes? What's next? The earth is tiny compared to the sun? Talking about IQ and EQ? Really... even a 3rd grader outsmarts you. Honestly, you need help. The way you view the truth is like your certain you-know-who who doesn't know jack-crap. The truth is something that is told by winners, not by losers like you... that is what makes history.
"Sleep now, Mr. Pretending to be Woke But Is a Horn-dog. Just go back to bed and sleep. You're getting too tired from being too 'woke'."
Great. I'm succeeding in making his own blood boil.
"Grr! Fine! But sooner or later, that shrew will be finally tamed by my hands! Just you wait and see!"
He then flees the scene in anger.
Man. This guy here is one level worse than Otto Sarthou in terms of simping for one specific girl.
We might even call the police, but...
Once we four head back to the apartment, we three and Lavian bid farewell to each other before gathering our own thoughts in our bed and then dozing off to dream land.
A new day dawns upon us all.
We rise from our bed and do our usual morning rituals.
And once we're done with them, Lavian pops up in our unit, this time with a serious look on her face.
She greets us with an equally serious "good morning" before entering our unit.
She then continues once we give her a seat.
"So, everyone, the beans have been spilled unknowingly yesterday. Now it's time for me to reveal everything between me and that creep."
We three reply in unison, "Alright, we're all ears."
"Good."
***
Juan Miguel Juvama.
A native of Coquitlam like me, but has Latino ancestry.
I can name ten things I hate about that creep, but I will focus on the first two for now.
First thing I hate about him: He is overly obsessed with pornography and everything nasty that comes with it.
Second thing I hate about him: He is overly dramatic, always lashing out at even the smallest of things.