AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[pecker]

[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]

Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?

[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.

Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]

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[snideper]

Then what is the point?

[She doesn't have anything better to do, but if she acknowledges it, either she has to open up, or she refuses and he leaves and she's alone again—so she skips that question for now.]

[burgerprince]

That’s what I’m asking you.

[He folds his arms, expectant.]

[snideper]

Then I'm telling you there is none. The brat's dead and you're all a few hours shy of being rid of me. Nothing I say changes that, so who cares?

[But this sounds hollow, too; matter-of-fact if anything at all before hurt or even annoyed by any of it.]

[burgerprince]

It changes the story left behind.

[He says it with enough weight that he doesn't have to answer that last question.]