trusthell | that's not what we usually mean by 'dance with death'

[That certainly did happen. Cherryblod's not the type of person who will judge one person's value as being more than another's, so he can't say whether it was better or worse than the first week. It came as less of a shock, maybe, but even so...

It's not the kind of thing people usually want to go through alone.

So, after he spends some time in the kitchen preparing (with assistance from Bruce), he'll slip some personalized notes under everyone's doors.]

[Name],
If you'd prefer to spend this time alone, that's fine.
If you'd prefer not to, I've made some food and set it out in the dining hall.
Even if you're just hungry and would rather not talk, feel free to come take some.
But if you'd like the company, we're here for you.
-Cherryblod

[Those arriving in the dining hall will find an assortment of food - a fair number of sandwiches and other, actual meal-like options since most people missed a meal or two, but also a goodly number of desserts. There's tea, as well as coffee for those who favor it.]

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Suit yourself, kid.

[He's certainly not going to pressure anyone into helping consume the very limited alcohol.]

I'll be fine. This ain't my first rodeo, if ya know what I mean.

[ She nods, gesturing to the chair next to her. ]

Would you like to take a seat?

Sure.

[He takes a seat, and another draw of whiskey.]

Geez, that was somethin', wasn't it? Lotta twins in this place.

Something is a way to think of it, yes.

[ ... ]

I don't have blood siblings of my own, but my two best friends are like my brothers. Do you have a brother or sister?

[Stan takes a swig of whiskey.]

Nah, I'm an only child. But I see the way the twins are... [He means Dipper and Mabel, obviously, not all the murderers]