Oh, dear! And she sloshes sparklebeer all over the newly polished counter. Relic? Dear heart? She waves her hands in a complicated pattern, uttering arcane phrases and casting 'total healing' on the battered prince. Changing the pattern, she summones CLUACONSOLE and cretes a Kensai-friendly fedora AC+1 for his dear and handsome head... "There, there..." she murmurs, stroking his cheek...
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