An Appointment With An Anomaly

[Ookalf]

And that's where he came in, right?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: *face scrunches up in concentration* I think so. Brain is foggy, but I think I remember it past my sudden chest pain... maybe?

[Ookalf]

Chest pain? ...You mean the heart attack?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: ...Maybe? I remember a cold bottle getting shoved into my hand, but I couldn't feel it. Weird...

[Ookalf]

Ah. Yeah, I imagine that was it. And the bottle would have been one of his...

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: *nods again* Mm. Last thing I saw be-fore I woke up in the lemur-gancy room was spandex.

[Ookalf]

I see... Well, I'm sure that must have been quite the experience. And you've recovered now?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: I... think so? Sort of a stinging pain in my chest that comes and goes~

[Ookalf]

Oh. ...You're sure you shouldn't be concerned about that?

[AmbushCat]

*Gilda looks concerned for a moment before it gives way to her usual cheery self.*

Gilda: Should I be?

[Ookalf]

I'd think so, but I suppose it's not really my business either way...

[AmbushCat]

*Before Gilda can answer...*

#46: I've got some tasty salad for anyone who wants some~!

Gilda: *raises her hand eagerly* Me first, Sixie! Me first!

[Ookalf]

*Circe shrugs.* Eh, I guess I could go for a salad.

[AmbushCat]

((OOC: Is it okay if we end this one here? I'm kinda running low on ideas, and we've more or less gone through the reason behind the visit to Gilda by this point.))

[Ookalf]

(Yeah, that's fine with me.)