[This world’s got a weird sense of humor. It’s the question room again, random-rolling ceiling and all, but… different. Themed. And it’s not Eren she’s standing across from.

[Well, this’ll be embarrassing for everyone involved. The look Aubrey gives Armin as the numbers fly is mildly bemused, and she hopes it conveys “oh my god, I’m sorry you’re about to experience this.” At least the first question dings with something… maybe less incriminating?]

Thirty-two. “Would you ever marry for money?”