[Stan got released from Krampusjail just in time to get that weird scroll about some Roman party thing. At first the thought it would be too nerdy for his tastes, but you know what? He deserves a damn drink and real food after being stuck in jail with nothing but creepy bread to eat. He doesn't dress up in Roman garb but he does go slightly more casual than usual. And things are going great! The food's incredible, he's got a drink in hand and...
...and there's Evie, who by some stroke of bad luck is right there as he's crossing the crowd. A wise man would pretend their eyes didn't meet, but Stan has never been a wise man - he's a gambling man, so he takes his chances that maybe her amnesia was permanent.]
Evie! Evie, good to see ya! [So CHEERFUL, like they are BEST FRIENDS.] Any luck on the memory front, or's your brain still like a sieve?
[You know. So he knows what he can get away with.]
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...and there's Evie, who by some stroke of bad luck is right there as he's crossing the crowd. A wise man would pretend their eyes didn't meet, but Stan has never been a wise man - he's a gambling man, so he takes his chances that maybe her amnesia was permanent.]
Evie! Evie, good to see ya! [So CHEERFUL, like they are BEST FRIENDS.] Any luck on the memory front, or's your brain still like a sieve?
[You know. So he knows what he can get away with.]