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[milkmycattle]

[ The video starts with a view of a large crow zooming in and out of the frame in a panic. Then BANG! There's a loud sound from off-screen that the camera spins over to the three-legged crow flat against the wall, before comically sliding down.]

Onyx, what are you doing?!

[ There's a hoarse rasp that comes from the person holding the camera. Reluctantly, he turns the camera view towards a bunch of blankets, and Crow's head pops out of the bundle. The spunky redhead isn't quite as energetic at the moment, instead, he looks a bit stressed out.]

It's an apocalyptic catastrophe!

[ Crow's words come out as a scratchy croak. His poor angelic voice! He sounds horrible! ]

I think I lost my voice! And I need to fix it before the concert! Help! It's a crimson emergency! And I think drinking milk makes it worse!

[ He can't stand to hear his voice like this, so he's going to dive back into his cocoon of blankets. He's not going to subject anyone else's ears to this dissonance either. Crow's familiar tries to comfort him by perching on top of the pile of blankets and gently tapping his beak against it. There, there. Crow stops the video but follows up with a text after:]

DOES ANYONE KNOW ANY HOME REMEDIES TO CURE THIS?!!!! I'LL DRINK EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING EXCEPT SELL MY SOUL TO LUCIFER!! I JUST WANT TO PARTICIPATE IN THE CONCERT, DAMN IT!!!

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[milkmycattle]

[Crow shrugs, but a smile still curves on his lips. It's amusing to see Darin get like this.]

I don't know. People like fantasy or a simpler way of life. Maybe they like the adventure or want to play the hero. It's fun because it's just a game and no real-life consequences. I'm sure things aren't so easy in your world, right?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Not even a little bit! If you ask me though, all of this crazy magitech has made life too easy for people.

Ugh, I sound like my Old man.

[The microwave timer goes off and Darin retrieves the glass.]

Okay, down the hatch! Drink it slow, though, it's hot!

[milkmycattle]

Too easy? There's nothing wrong with convenience. Where I come from, people don't have much time to do anything, but work and sleep! So things that speed things up are useful.

[Though he understands what Darin means. Sometimes a convenience can lower the quality of things.

He eyes the pipping hot glass. Crow is a little apprehensive after drinking that other concoction. However, this one smells ten times better and the ingredients are a good combination. Crow accepts the glass, blowing at the liquid before drinking some of it. This one taste good and it helps to warm up his throat.]

This is very soothing.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Good! That means it might actually be working.

I heard from a bard once that drinking milk and honey creates a lot of mucus that makes it harder to sing, so you should never drink it before big performances.

But that same mucus is needed to lubricate the throat and vocal chords. If you drink that, you should be back to normal in no time.

[milkmycattle]

[Crow takes a long sip before he hears the most blasphemous words come out of Darin's mouth. He nearly chokes on his drink as he addresses it.]

Don't drink milk?! I'm the son of dairy farmers, I've been drinking milk since I was born! There's no way I'm going to stop drinking milk, even if it never made me taller!

[Honestly, Crow doesn't have any business drinking dairy milk anyway since it's bad for hedgehogs. So maybe he's built up some sort of immunity that it doesn't affect his singing.]

Well, there's milk in this, isn't there? The other ingredients you put in here must be helping too! What else did you bring along?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Relax! It was just something a bard told me once! If milk runs through your veins, who am I to tell you otherwise??

[Seriously, though. It seemed like Crow had some complex feelings in regards to milk.]

I never pegged you for a farm boy, though. Not with the hot-blooded rocker personality.

[Darin digs through his bag and pull out...a leek.]

Okay, if you tie this around your neck it's supposed to...do...something.

Honestly, I never got this home remedy. I think it's supposed to open up your nasal passages by breathing in the leek...smell.

[He honestly has no idea.]

[milkmycattle]

[He definitely has a complex...or an addiction. Crow has a hate/love relationship with dairy. It never made him taller, but it's his family's source of income. So ultimately, it's still his drink of choice in order to support his parents.

He does calm down as he sips at the concoction before it gets cold. However, he wrinkles his nose at Darin as he pulls out a leek. He gives the blacksmith a dubious look.]

You want me to walk around with a leek around my neck?

[Crow did say he'll do anything, and the only places he plans to walk around are in his room and within the hotel's walls. Still, the idea of someone seeing him like that, people might think he's some weirdo.

Still, the reasoning does seem sound. Open up the nasal passages? Crow takes the leek with his free hand, and sniffs the vegetable.]

Maybe this would be better in a soup?

[Like Crow has any idea how to make a leek soup! He'll probably chop it up through it into some boiling hot water and hope for the best.]