>Speaking of lead, pop a cap in Orange
>You quickly scoop up a lead-sealed bottle from the shelf and give it a vigorous shake, the liquid within roiling and fizzing.
>"Hey, Naz, I was just- bwah!"
>An explosive reaction from within the bottle sends the stopper flying free with a loud popping sound. It strikes your poor unfortunate friend right between the eyes, sending her toppling backwards and onto the floor in typical spastic fashion.
>Revive Orange with the power of LOVE.
>Thinking quickly (or perhaps not at all), you grab a second bottle labeled 'LOVE' and dump the contents into Orange's mouth in one go, in the hope that it will revive her. She starts coughing.
>"You simpleton!" the proprietor cries, rushing over to you. "Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
>Orange's eyes glaze over and she looks up at you dreamily.
>"Oh Nazrin..." she says, her voice languid. "Oh, my dear sweat Nazrin, whose face even even angels would weep at the beauty of. If I am to die here, I will have lived more for each moment I have spent in your presence than whole lifetimes spent without. I ask only that, unworthy as I am to gaze upon you, you permit me to stay with you until that end."
>Pull Lancer down from the sky and ravish her.
>Unfortunately, the power of Gae Inbh?artach has launched Lancer beyond the furthest reaches of the sky. You're on your own with this mess. Or, uh, perhaps not
quite on your own if those hands clasped fast around yours have anything to say about it. Oh dear lord...