[ Terezi has to dig through her thinkpan for a moment to remember what the significance of the word 'gay' is. Humans sure liked to categorize weird things! She supposes this might be a scandalous confession of some sort. This calls for another eye brow waggle. ]

Understandable! Who doesn't want a heap of praise and gooey flushed romance fiction.

[ Nepeta, probably. Terezi always was more of a roaring, mighty dragon sort of gal. But the nickname pointy has her! That is too cute. Terezi grins a grin that's all rows of shark like teeth. She is enjoying this conversation very much. ]

I will take care of all your dreams, sister. That's the arrangement we have.

[ Terezi sniffs out the scene before her. Like all alcohol it makes her nose feel dusty, like the need to sneeze the potent smell away. The troll girl tips the Erlenmeyer to her lips, experimentally and pulls a face once she tastes the goods. Definitely needs coke. She lays the flask on the seat out of view just as the waitress appears with the soda and a plate of steaming, delicious hashbrowns. Only once the waitress is gone does Terezi tip all of the rum into her glass. ]

This is a combination night, I believe. I am heinously hungover but I had pancakes, so really it's hard to tell which emotion is winning. What about you?