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May 18, 2021 4:45 AM
Lynne, April, Ari, and Tintin in the Good Place
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"Cool," he says, not quite managing to hide his disappointment at his soulmate's apparent revulsion. "I'll just... occupy myself."

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"—sorry. Sorry. Enjoy the, um, cream soda."

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"Sure. Hope you feel better."

He trots downstairs.

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She is going to curl up in this terrifying bed and have a sad awful nap like the sad awful person she is.

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And Ari is going to drink some cream soda and wonder how he could possibly have been soulmated to a girl who doesn't even want him.

"Janet?" he asks.

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"Yeah?"

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"...sorry for yelling at you. It's been kind of a day."

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"Well. Today is the worst day of the rest of your life, and all that."

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"Not totally sure that's how it goes."

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"Maybe not. Is everything up to spec in the house?"

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"...um. Could you get me... a recipe and ingredients for Chantal's favorite food?"

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"I am aware that you cannot cook."

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"I can try, can't I?"

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"I suppose you can."

Ingredients spread across the countertop, along with a laminated recipe card.

"...read the recipe all the way through before you make it," Janet recommends. "It helps."

Then she disappears.

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An hour or so later, Chantal wakes up, tries to get back to sleep, fails, tries again, fails again, and finally drags herself downstairs with rumpled clothes and a mildly despondent expression.

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Ari is wrestling a waffle iron. "Just - open up - you stupid machine -"

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She stops just past the bottom of the stairs and peers nervously at the kitchen.

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Ari finally wrenches the waffle iron open, beholds its contents, and makes a strangled noise of distress.

Then he notices his soulmate. "Chantal. I - I wanted to -" He swallows. "I wanted to make you something nice."

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"oh," she says in a very small voice, and she sits down on the bottom step and bursts into tears.

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That makes two of them, actually.

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"Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry—" She hides her head in her arms and tries to stop crying and can't and hiccups and sobs indecipherable apologies into her knees.

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