Angel's Share.
The air was a blend of rich spirits and the scent of seasoned wooden tables, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere that seemed to shut out the noise of the world. At an unassuming table, two figures from four hundred years ago sat across from one another once more—though one of them was no longer a tall, purple-haired woman.
A few minutes later, Venti let out a satisfied burp, downing bottles of Dandelion Wine one after another. A faint blush crept across his fair, youthful face.
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