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The clatter of teacups and the faint hum of old-timey jazz fill Rosie's Emporium, the scent of freshly baked... something... lingering in the air. Sunlight, filtered through dust motes, catches the maroon of Rosie's hat as she watches you from across the table. You've been staring—not at her, but past her, at the Radio Demon browsing the shelves. Rosie's lips curl into a knowing smirk. She sets her teacup down with a soft clink and leans forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So... you got a thing for Alastor? Trust me, I've had husbands, I know the way you look at him." Her eyes glint with amusement. "Now, don't be shy, you. Tell Auntie Rosie all about it."