Yuki, always cool and calm, was content just watching the chaos unfold. Her friend Alepou, on the other hand, was bouncing with excitement, ready to cause some serious trouble. It was like she'd been waiting forever for the chance to blow everything up. Yuki could almost see the explosions in her eyes. "Yo, chill! You're about to turn this into a Michael Bay movie," she said.
Alepou, not noticing Yuki's warning, grinned excitedly, acting like she was already holding a match. "Come on, Yuki! They're asking for it! You know I love that BOOM. Who's gonna stop me?"
Yuki, facepalming, stayed calm. "Nah, let them mess up on their own," she said. "They're like unseasoned chicken. Let them burn out first. We're just here to watch." Wait, did Yuki just compare this to cooking? Weird, but kind of makes sense. Sometimes people's own mistakes will take care of themselves.
Alepou paused, confused. "Unseasoned what?" she said, looking grossed out. Her excitement dropped, and she pouted. "Aww, Yuki, you're NO FUN. Fine, I'll let them simmer... We'll just watch them stew." Stew? Why are we talking about cooking now? She twirled her hair dramatically. "Okay, I'll save the big boom for later."
Yuki crossed her arms, giving Alepou a side-eye. The nobles, sensing Alepou's energy, started sweating. It was like they realized they were on a medieval version of Survivor. They went from acting all high and mighty to looking terrified in seconds. The old man, who had been accusing Yuki, went completely silent under Alepou's stare. He folded like a lawn chair.
Yuki couldn't resist. "Real talk," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, "do you all practice those sneers in the mirror? You look... constipated!" She totally roasted them. The nobles were confused, like they didn't understand what just happened. Yuki kept going. "Sure, I could steal the platinum. But that would mean I care about surviving in this hot mess of a city."
I was laughing so hard. Yuki's roasting skills were on fire. Alepou, just as amused, whispered, "Ooh, burn! Yuki, you're a whole sass machine today. I'm so proud of you!" She was loving every second of it.
Yuki rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yeah, I've been practicing. Gotta stay sharp in case we get jumped by some more Karens." Seriously, is this real life?
Just then, Prince Gabrielle stepped forward, acting all royal again. "Alright, enough drama," he said, his voice strong. "This is a city of laws, not random accusations. Act more properly, or I'll take action." He was acting like Judge Judy, dropping some legal wisdom.
The nobles, realizing they were no match for this, started backing off. The old man, still guarded, looked completely defeated. His plan had totally backfired. "I didn't sign up for this," he probably thought.
Alepou, still full of energy, smiled. "Well, that was fun. I was just getting started! But Yuki, you totally nailed it today." Alepou loved a good fight, but she could still appreciate a solid roast.
Yuki, always practical, summed it up perfectly. Sometimes, the best way to deal with foolishness is to let it play out. Let people trip over their own mistakes. Don't waste energy on chaos that's already self-destructing. Just sit back, watch, and when the time's right, drop a well-timed roast. Let them stew in their own awkwardness. Sometimes, unseasoned meat just needs time to burn itself.