Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 28

[I really just asked casually at the time. Who knew your fans loved you so deeply…]

Ran Lin sent this irresponsible comment back, almost able to envision Lu Yiyao rolling his eyes.

Lu Yiyao never actually rolls his eyes, perhaps finding the action disrespectful to others. But after spending time with him, you’d realize that his eye-rolling happens internally, and the more polite his smile is, the higher the internal eye-roll meter.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yiyao didn’t retort but quickly replied with a short voice message: “Have you watched the show?”

Ran Lin was taken aback, then realized that Lu Yiyao probably thought he had given up on both the show and Weibo after being criticized in the first episode.

[Yes, I watched it.]

“The last two episodes weren’t bad. Although it’s unlikely to be a huge ratings hit, the reputation should improve as it goes.”

Lu Yiyao’s tone was very objective but Ran Lin could tell he was still trying to comfort him.

He thought Ran Lin was still troubled by the negative reception of the first episode, so sharing screenshots and discussing the show’s turnaround was meant to cheer him up.

Why worry about whether someone else is straight or not?

Just as a friend, this person was already one in a hundred.

Ran Lin suppressed the warmth stirring in his heart and responded seriously: [You said the reputation will start low and go high, so the ratings will definitely rebound too.]

If he cared about the reputation, then Lu Yiyao and his team must be concerned about the ratings, especially since this was Lu Yiyao’s variety show debut. If it didn’t take off, his future in variety shows would be difficult. Nowadays, variety shows are a tool for gaining fans and popularity. Compared to well-reputed works, variety shows are easier and more effective, and almost every popular young actor or actress needs to have at least one hot variety show.

“Ratings have their own patterns, and from what we see now, a big spike seems unlikely.” Lu Yiyao’s voice didn’t carry much regret but more the tone of an objective analyst.

Ran Lin asked with a learning spirit: [How so?]

“This program has aired three episodes, and the ratings have been stable, meaning neither the bad reviews of the first episode nor the good reviews of the third have significantly impacted the ratings. The only explanation is that, from the start, the show’s viewership has been primarily fans. After the first episode’s poor reception, non-fans left, but fans stayed due to their affection for the idols. The second episode’s reputation improved, which should have solidified the fan base and brought back previous viewers, not to mention attracting new ones. But the slight fluctuations in the third episode’s ratings show that non-fans play a negligible role in the audience. So, what really affects this show’s ratings isn’t its quality or reputation, but the stickiness of the fan base.”

[If a future episode performs exceptionally well and has a breakout moment, a surge in ratings isn’t impossible, right?]

“We’ve all only signed for one season of this show, eight episodes in total. Three have aired, five have been filmed, and I haven’t seen anything that could really explode. Even if there is, it’s likely in the last three episodes. But for an eight-episode series, a late surge only benefits a potential second season.”

Lu Yiyao’s reasoning was clear and well-founded, convincing Ran Lin.

But he still felt conflicted. [If it weren’t for your voice message, I would have thought I was talking to my agent. 💦]

After a while, a reply came from WeChat. Lu Yiyao’s voice was now tinged with amusement. “Okay, I admit, compared to artistic pursuits, I am more interested in studying industry patterns. But then again, don’t you think it’s thrilling to cut through the chaos and see the essence of things?”

[Being the only sober person in a crowd of drunks?]

“I like that analogy.”

…Narcissists always do!

Ran Lin admitted that most of the time Lu Yiyao was charming, but sometimes his self-satisfaction really made one want to slap him!

The problem was he was itching to continue the conversation, especially now when the atmosphere was so good that he couldn’t bear to ruin it.

His mind was filled with snarky comments, but what Ran Lin finally typed out was innocent: [If there’s a second season, would you join it?]

Unaware, Lu Yiyao honestly replied, “Probably not. I still find acting more meaningful. So I’m looking at a script right now. If I take this role, my schedule for the next year will be completely full.”

[I just looked at my schedule, and it’s so relaxed it’s like retirement…]

“Just do well in each assignment and project.”

[“‘You will definitely become popular’—isn’t that the normal way to encourage a friend?]

“Okay, you will definitely become popular.”

[Your calm tone makes me feel even more pessimistic about my future…]

Sitting in his study’s reading chair, Lu Yiyao couldn’t help but chuckle at his phone.

His study had a deep English style, decorated mainly in dark colors. Except for the door and windows, the remaining walls were filled with deep brown wooden bookshelves. The curtains were brown too, made of the thickest material for light blocking. The chandelier and carpet were the only decorative items in the room, both retro but not overly complex. The few patterns on the carpet were the only bright colors in the room.

The large, dark gray reading chair in the center was Lu Yiyao’s favorite spot to read when he had free time. Once the door was closed and the curtains drawn, the lighted lamp created an isolated tranquility, allowing one to immerse in the world of books.

However, Lu Yiyao hardly had any holidays this past year, so he could only occasionally enjoy some time here late at night.

Tonight was the same. He had planned to read the script to calm his mind before sleeping after watching the show and browsing Weibo. But just as he sat down, Ran Lin replied to his WeChat, and their conversation put the script reading on hold.

He sent voice messages, and Ran Lin replied with text, so their conversation had a constant time lag.

With nothing else to do while waiting for replies, Lu Yiyao went to check the comments under Ran Lin’s Weibo post again. Compared to after the second episode, Ran Lin’s comment section tonight was much more harmonious. Though the number of “Burning Noodles” was still far less than “non-fans + other fans”, the latter’s comments had shifted from sarcasm to neutral and objective.

In fact, this kind of comment was good—factual, calm, and rational. It wasn’t necessary to be overly passionate or excessively critical.

Lu Yiyao picked a few good comments to screenshot and was relieved to find that he almost didn’t need to blur any of them.

Even the occasional slightly harsh comment wasn’t as extreme as last time and nestled among a bunch of positive or neutral comments, he believed Ran Lin wouldn’t be too fragile.

As they chatted back and forth, by the time Ran Lin sent a “Good night”, Lu Yiyao had already taken eight screenshots.

The number couldn’t compare with the last time, but seeing Ran Lin’s good spirits in Dubai, Lu Yiyao thought there was no need for strong measures anymore. A gentle approach would suffice.

Humming an English song unconsciously, Lu Yiyao selected all the screenshots and sent them.

Ran Lin had just brushed his teeth when he heard his phone ring again. Logically, he knew the other side was probably just saying “Good night”, but he couldn’t help rushing back to the living room, foam still in his mouth, eager to check his phone.

There was a “Good night.”

But before the “Good night,” there were eight screenshots.

Ran Lin stared at the screenshots, only then remembering to tell Lu Yiyao that he had reinstalled Weibo.

To tell or not to tell, that was the question.

Telling him meant no more late-night comment screening and screenshot sending.

Not telling him meant Lu Yiyao might continue sending screenshots until the eighth episode.

Absorbed in thought, Ran Lin accidentally swallowed the toothpaste.

Amidst the tangy taste, he finally made a decision.

[Got the screenshots, but I’ve already reinstalled Weibo 🎆.]

It felt really good to have someone always thinking about you. But knowing that he had already gone through the comments while the other person was still diligently taking screenshots late into the night… he couldn’t feel at ease.

He expected Lu Yiyao to complain about not being informed earlier.

Instead, Lu Yiyao sounded genuinely happy for him. “That’s right. You don’t really need to worry too much about what others think. Knowing what kind of person you are is the most important.”

[Mm.]

Lu Yiyao sighed, realizing Ran Lin really preferred texting to voice messages.

Although talking to himself all night was a bit strange, Lu Yiyao always respected personal habits.

“Good night.” After sending this voice message, Lu Yiyao put down his phone and leaned back in his chair, fully relaxing.

“Good night,” Ran Lin whispered to his phone, but in the end, he still sent a text.

It wasn’t that he liked texting; he just feared his voice would betray his emotions.

Those feelings of excitement, shyness, and anticipation should remain unknown to others.

The discussions stirred by the third episode continued until the broadcast of the fourth episode.

It wasn’t that the third episode was exceptionally brilliant, but it left the audience with many unanswered questions:

First, what brand was Xia Xinran’s sunscreen?

Second, what was Lu Yiyao’s mood when the coconut husk fire was blown away?

Third, was Ran Lin’s apology really just about the fire-making, or was there a deeper meaning?

Fourth, was Lu Yiyao’s private residence an apartment or a villa?

Fifth, did the manly Gu Jie, who had no friends, have a girlfriend?

Ultimately, these questions never received official answers, and the enthusiastic audience and fans, after the fourth episode, completely forgot about them.

If the overall style change in the second episode was a pleasant surprise but still under observation; and the third episode’s more mature and stable guest performance and editing regained viewers’ confidence, making them slightly expectant; then the fourth episode of <National First Love Drifting Story> finally hit its first big moment since its debut.

“Lu Yiyao’s fear of heights” and “We owe Ran Lin an apology” simultaneously climbed onto the trending searches.

“National First Love Drifting Story”, “Disney”, “Lu Yiyao cosplaying Spider-Man”, “Chen Sheng and Wu Guang”, “Xia Xinran on the carousel” became hot topics.

This included some rhythm led by the program group and various celebrity teams.

But at the end of the day, it was the effectiveness of the program itself.

The pleasing amusement park, the youth-filled first love team, from the initial task-focused tension through the mid-episode stumbles and friction to the final understanding and unity, edited and post-produced for a smoother rhythm and richer emotions.

The ultimate collective decision to forgo voting and the director’s announcement of no Fairy Tale First Love but a Fairy Tale First Love Team brought the youthful spirit to its peak.

What viewers want from a program is this kind of psychological fulfillment.

When the process stirs their emotions and the outcome meets or even exceeds their expectations, the viewing pleasure doubles.

Lu Yiyao’s Weibo comments were torn between those scolding him, “If you’re paid, you should endure it. Don’t join if you’re afraid of heights,” and loyal fans arguing, “Standing and talking without back pain, physiological acrophobia can kill.”

Ran Lin’s Weibo, on the other hand, was flooded with Lu Yiyao’s fans, thanking him for understanding Lu Yiyao and apologizing for previous scolding.

Amidst the noise, an ordinary viewer’s post-viewing Weibo, short in words, unexpectedly stood out, receiving tens of thousands of replies and reposts, becoming the most dazzling scene in the hot topics:

Sad Eeyore: [I always called this program “National Male God First Love Story” and I couldn’t change it no matter how many times I tried. Today, watching them ride the carousel on TV, I understood—it was divine revelation.]

……

By the time the fourth episode aired, “National First Love Drifting Story” had already completed the filming of the sixth episode “France Romantic First Love”.

The romantic first love was awarded to Ran Lin, so as he watched Disney on TV, he was still thinking about the Champs-Élysées and the coffee aroma handed to him by Lu Yiyao.

But honestly, coffee was just for smelling; he still preferred soy milk.

That night in the group chat, Xia Xinran was still the most excited about Disney, clearly lingering on the memory. But Gu Jie obviously suffered a lot, so as Xia Xinran reminisced about a scene, he followed suit, recalling the same incident. However, the same event, as told by the two of them, appeared entirely different, like two sides of a coin—one side sunny and bright, the other dark and oppressive.

Ran Lin and Zhang Beichen also found moments to join in their discussions, adding a few comments.

It was a scene of joyful harmony.

This felt just like the atmosphere during the sixth episode’s filming, where both he and Zhang Beichen tacitly avoided mentioning Dubai, and the latter hadn’t caused any more troubling incidents.

Strangely, Lu Yiyao was silent all night.

Ran Lin was a bit tempted to send a private message to ask about the situation, considering that messaging Lu Yiyao had become quite normal for him. However, he also thought that Lu Yiyao might be busy with his tight work schedule, possibly even working overnight. Disturbing him at this time might be annoying.

His indecision led to Lu Yiyao remaining silent, but Zhang Beichen ended up sending a private message—

[There are a lot of people on Weibo saying they owe you an apology 😆]

Ran Lin was a bit surprised but replied jokingly—[I saw and burst into tears.]

[I owe you an apology too.]

Ran Lin didn’t expect him to bring up past issues or to be so direct.

[No need. It’s all in the past.]

[Still friends?]

[Of course.]

[I actually wanted to buy you a gift in Paris but considering the likelihood of not being able to give it, I decided not to waste it.]

[Smart choice. 👍]

[So, really no chance at all?]

[Ironclad straight.]

[That’s what I admire about you…]

Ran Lin smiled at Zhang Beichen’s response, his last bit of unease dissipating.

Everything’s easy once you talk it out.

With open communication, everyone feels comfortable.

In the end, Ran Lin didn’t send a message to Lu Yiyao.

In fact, this choice was correct, because that night Lu Yiyao was already overwhelmed by a barrage of calls from family and friends. Even if he received a message, he probably wouldn’t have the energy to reply.

…..

“You’ll die, you know that!?”

In the quiet VIP lounge of the airport, where even a pin drop could be heard, Lu Yimeng’s high-pitched scream pierced through the receiver, waking Yao Hong, who was dozing off nearby.

Lu Yiyao signaled Yao Hong to continue sleeping and then, covering his phone, moved to a corner to soothe his sister. “I know, I know. I didn’t go up in the end.”

“But you were seriously considering it! Don’t tell me you weren’t; I know what you’re thinking just by the way your eyes shift!”

“…”

“I’m telling you, buying a few bags won’t cut it this time. Mom said you must come over within a month for a face-to-face ideological education!”

Lu Yiyao, harangued by his little sister, felt his head spin. Lu Yimeng was only a fraction as formidable as their mother, the true master of devastating wit. Just thinking about facing both in the next thirty days drained Lu Yiyao of the will to go on.

“Brother,” Lu Yimeng finally softened her tone after venting. “Don’t take such shows next time. No one’s forcing you to be a big shot. Mom and I just want you to be safe.”

Lu Yiyao sighed, looking at the wall art. “If I had known about such tasks, I wouldn’t have taken it.”

“Nice try.” Lu Yimeng snorted, pausing before adding, “I know you’re trying to prove something to Dad, showing him your success. But there’s a limit to everything. Okay, even if you didn’t go on the roller coaster or join any dangerous activities, the fact that you’re too busy to sleep is still true. Do you know you can die from lack of sleep? If anything happens to you, what about me and Mom…”

“Stop.” Fearing being cursed to death by his sister, Lu Yiyao quickly interrupted, “I have my limits. Instead of persuading me, why don’t you persuade Mom to take a day off? She never stops working.”

“No way.” Lu Yimeng’s refusal was decisive. “I’d just hear, ‘If you’re worried about me, come help me in the company.’ I’m not digging that hole for myself.”

“You really should start helping Mom.” On this matter, Lu Yiyao stood with their mother. “After twenty-two years of fun, it’s time to be responsible.”

“Why does it always turn into you lecturing me when I’m scolding you…”

Lu Yiyao smiled tenderly. “I’ve always been the good guy.”

Lu Yimeng “tsked” at her brother’s confidence, or rather, narcissism.

“By the way, I’m not doing this out of spite towards Dad; I genuinely like this line of work.” Lu Yiyao clarified at the end of the conversation.

Lu Yimeng’s reply was brief. “Who believes you.”

Just after hanging up, before Lu Yiyao could return to the sofa, his phone rang again.

Seeing the name on the caller ID, Lu Yiyao’s smile faded, and his expression and voice became serious as he answered, “Dad.”

“You must let me see you within two weeks.” Lu Guoming’s imperative sentence was enough for father and son. There was no need for pleasantries.

Lu Yiyao lowered his eyes, perhaps full of thoughts, but his reply was simple. “Understood.”

Lu Guoming hung up, satisfied, the call lasting less than a minute.

Lu Yiyao raised his eyes, looking at the inconspicuous painting on the wall in the corner, a promotional photo for the airport or this VIP lounge, featuring models depicting a happy family of three smiling at the camera.

His family might have had a similar portrait.

He said “might” because Lu Yiyao had no physical copy. There were only vague memories from his early childhood, hazy and unclear.

Facing a packed month and needing to find two days to face off against his parents, Lu Yiyao felt not just drained of the courage to live but utterly depleted.

……

This week, Ran Lin had double joy.

The first was, of course, the turnaround in reception from the fourth Disney episode. The marketing accounts that had previously joined the bandwagon in criticizing him now flipped sides, praising him. His team also steered some narratives, and he watched his popularity steadily rise. If the online ranking of celebrity attention wasn’t clear enough, being recognized on the street for photos and autographs truly gave him a taste of fame.

Even at the peak of his early “popularity”, the number of times he was recognized on the street was few and far between. And those who did often struggled to call him by the right name, “that school heartthrob” and “Young Master Linghu” being the most common. But now, those who recognized him could accurately call out his name and express their fondness for his performance in the show. Some adorable girls even recounted specific moments from particular episodes that they couldn’t forget.

The second joy was that Wang Xi finally, after careful selection, helped him land his first advertisement in his acting career—a men’s shampoo newly launched by a certain hair care brand.

Although the brand was not the industry leader, it had a stable market share and was well-recognized among the public. The new product was advertised as a pure and non-irritating natural formula, targeting young consumers. Therefore, in choosing a spokesperson, the brand preferred someone youthful and energetic, ideally a male star who hadn’t endorsed similar products before, as this would more easily bind the star’s image with that of the brand.

Youthful and clean image, limited endorsements, high topicality recently, and cost-effectiveness—after searching around, the brand settled on Ran Lin.

The agency was also satisfied with the brand’s reputation and image. So, after several rounds of negotiations, all contract details were finalized, and the contract was successfully signed this week.

On the day the contract was signed, Ran Lin treated the whole team to a big meal.

Wang Xi teased him for spending money before even getting paid, especially since he would only receive thirty percent of the endorsement fee, with the remaining seventy percent going to the company. Ran Lin’s response was to serve Wang Xi as much food as he could, hoping that the lavish meal would temporarily distract her from her worries.

The advertisement hadn’t started shooting yet, so Ran Lin restrained himself and didn’t tell his family. After all, anything could happen before the ad was actually broadcast, and he didn’t want to give his parents false hope.

Keeping secrets was hard, especially when his parents kept calling to check on him.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before he was immersed in a new round of work—the seventh episode of <National First Love Drifting Story> set in Thailand with the theme of “Curry First Love”, was about to start filming.

As usual, he checked into the hotel arranged by the production team the night before, and the camera crew would shoot some behind-the-scenes footage.

Ran Lin was already familiar with the routine. So, after settling his luggage and tidying up briefly, he went to greet his teammates in their rooms.

For the other four rooms, the following camera crew would give him the numbers directly, but from the second episode onwards, the production team wouldn’t tell him who was staying in each room. So, he didn’t know whom he would meet when he opened the doors.

The first door Ran Lin knocked on was Gu Jie’s. When the door opened, Gu Jie was shirtless, his muscular body glistening with sweat.

Ran Lin was startled, and so was Gu Jie, who quickly turned to put on a T-shirt, explaining, “I thought it was room service.”

Ran Lin didn’t know whether to comment on the awkward timing or Gu Jie’s casualness. Knowing that teammates could knock at any time, what meal was he ordering? No, wait, what did ordering a meal have to do with being shirtless?

“Come in,” Gu Jie said, now dressed, inviting Ran Lin and the camera crew standing at the entrance.

Upon entering, Ran Lin immediately noticed the dumbbells and push-up bars on the floor and understood where the sweat had come from.

“Life is all about exercise,” Gu Jie said enthusiastically, noticing Ran Lin’s gaze on the equipment. “Wanna try? It’s really satisfying.”

Faced with such an enthusiastic invitation, Ran Lin had no choice but to reluctantly join in.

In the past, Ran Lin might not have been able to do many, but his recent visits to the gym weren’t in vain, and he managed several sets of push-ups with ease.

Gu Jie didn’t expect Ran Lin, who appeared “frail” by his standards, to be quite skilled, not only able to do the exercises but also with proper form and no shortcuts.

Excited, Gu Jie picked up the dumbbells and started lifting them energetically.

Since Ran Lin and the camera crew didn’t close the door when they entered, Xia Xinran pushed it open and walked in, finding himself in the midst of a bustling fitness scene.

“Is there a task already, and it’s not even tomorrow?” Xia Xinran asked, bewildered, wondering if he, lacking upper body strength and agility, could get away with jumping rope.

He could do 200 jumps in a minute, even fancy ones!

“No, we’re just playing.” Ran Lin finally managed to get up from the ground, grateful for Xia Xinran’s arrival.

Gu Jie wasn’t happy about the interruption; he was enjoying his lifting.

“Playing?” Xia Xinran looked at the equipment on the floor and asked seriously, “Isn’t this recreational activity a bit… strenuous?”

Seeing Gu Jie about to enthusiastically explain the virtues of exercise to Xia Xinran, Ran Lin quickly interjected, “We can explore these later. I still need to greet the other teammates.”

“I’ll join you,” Xia Xinran said. “I’ve just arrived and haven’t seen anyone yet.”

Ran Lin looked at Gu Jie, clearly asking for his opinion.

Gu Jie shrugged. “I met the others an hour ago…”

Ran Lin nodded, not wanting to delay further, and left with Xia Xinran to knock on the next door.

It was Zhang Beichen who answered. He welcomed Ran Lin and Xia Xinran warmly.

The three didn’t chat much. Ran Lin just mentioned he had seen Gu Jie, and Xia Xinran was eager to meet the next teammate. Ran Lin, having no choice, followed along, while Zhang Beichen didn’t mind and only gave a meaningful smile as he saw them off. “There’s a surprise behind the next door.”

The only one left was Lu Yiyao.

Zhang Beichen’s mention of a “surprise” made Ran Lin a bit apprehensive.

Knock, knock—

It was still Ran Lin knocking, while Xia Xinran called out, “Yaoyao, open the door—”

Ran Lin almost choked on his laughter at this nickname, wondering how Lu Yiyao inside the room would react. As the door slowly opened, it wasn’t Lu Yiyao’s face that appeared.

“Han Ze?!” Ran Lin exclaimed in surprise, completely unguarded.

Han Ze, twenty-eight this year, had a face that suited both ancient and modern looks—handsome in historical dramas and dashing in modern attire. He rarely acted cute or youthful, always portraying a mature man. Unlike Lu Yiyao, who had a similar style, Han Ze always carried a subtle aggressiveness in his demeanor, which was both dangerous and attractive to female audiences.

At that moment, he was casually dressed, leaning against the entrance wall, smiling at his friends. “I thought I would be a surprise, but it seems more like a shock.”

Ran Lin was at a loss for words. Although he joined the company with Han Ze, they weren’t close. Soon after signing them, the company, seeing Han Ze’s potential, had Wang Xi, who had just transferred, take him under her wing. After that, Han Ze and they barely crossed paths, and as Han Ze rose to fame with idol dramas, they drifted even further apart.

“Xi Jie really didn’t let slip a word,” Ran Lin said, using someone they both knew well to start the conversation, feeling awkward about being overly familiar.

“This is something you’ll have to ask the program team about. They’re the ones who wanted it kept secret,” Han Ze replied naturally. “Don’t just stand at the door. Come in and sit down.”

Xia Xinran was a bit surprised by the distance between Ran Lin and Han Ze. Although he wasn’t close to Han Ze either, he knew they were from the same company and had the same agent. The only explanation he could think of was that Ran Lin had been too inconspicuous in the company previously.

“Welcome, newcomer,” Xia Xinran said as they entered, extending his hand warmly. “Right now, you might think life is wonderful, but tomorrow the program team will make you regret coming on this trip to Thailand.”

Unlike Xia Xinran’s beauty and Ran Lin’s youthfulness, Han Ze smiled faintly, his eyes and brows exuding steadiness and maturity. “Hearing you say that makes me look forward to it even more.”

They exchanged pleasantries harmlessly for a while. When the conversation turned to tomorrow’s activities, Ran Lin casually said, “Since there are six of us again, maybe we’ll be divided into two groups like we were at Disney.”

Xia Xinran was nodding in agreement when Han Ze expressed confusion. “Six people?”

“Yes,” Xia Xinran said, thinking Han Ze was unfamiliar with the lineup, and immediately began to enthusiastically inform him. “There’s us three, plus Gu Jie, Lu Yiyao, and Zhang Beichen.”

Han Ze seemed to understand where the misunderstanding lay. “Lu Yiyao isn’t participating in this shoot. Didn’t the program team tell you?”

Xia Xinran shook his head, bewildered.

Ran Lin blinked, feeling a mix of emotions—somewhat lost and with a faint, very faint hint of sourness.

The program team hadn’t informed them.

Lu Yiyao hadn’t told him either.

Of course, Ran Lin thought objectively, Lu Yiyao had no obligation to tell him, just like he hadn’t thought to specifically inform Lu Yiyao about his advertisement deal.

After all, they were just ordinary friends who had spent about a dozen days together, and even that was in intervals.

Ran Lin understood all this logically.

But emotions don’t follow logic; they have their own whims. When they’re down, they just sulk.

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