Cry about it (Pink Trigger)

"Shannon... Forgive me... I just... I spent 300 of my Pink Trigger Power to get here and I can't get anything done... And George... and the taekwondo... and I'm probably going to die any second... and I'm wet and cold. I'm just a mess right now, I'm sorry!"

"Mister Hip, no... Calm down, please! There, there..."

Ah... That lovely maiden moved closer to me, patting my head as I squatted pitifully upon the gazebo's wooden floor. She stroked my damp hair and produced a dainty white tissue from inside her apron. With that tissue, she began to dry my hair. Ah... ah....!

I asked her to do me one more kindness. A tiny favor. Would she mind allowing me to use her lap as my pillow?

The kind maid smiled. She knelt beside me and patted her lap with one gentle hand- devoid of a ring, at least for now- indicating that she would offer me her apron and the sweet succor of her thighs, to ease the pains that so clearly troubled me. I hadn't been lying. I really was upset... She couldn't truly understand why I was so upset, but she could tell that I was.