[DING!]
A panel popped up right in front of Lucas's face—way too close, way too cheerful.
[Good evening, King~ (＾▽＾)]
Lucas let out a quiet sigh.
"We need to talk about personal space."
[Huh? This system doesn't have a concept like that~ I want to talk!!! (≧▽≦)]
Lucas sat on the edge of the bed, his back resting against the wall. A small oil lamp on the table flickered dimly. His body still ached, but his mind was clearer than it had been last night.
"Alright," he said. "You said you wanted to talk. About what, exactly?"
The panel trembled slightly—then shifted.
[Opening Casual Talk Mode! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ]
[Today's topic: life, choices, and the Exchange menu you still haven't touched~]
Lucas sighed again. "You're weirdly obsessed with that menu."
[Because that's literally the reason I exist in your life right now~ (￣▽￣)]
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Show me."
The panel widened. The menu he'd glanced at yesterday appeared again.
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[EXCHANGE MENU]
— Agriculture
— Creative
