[It had been a while since Lenalee made a public post with video. She shivered slightly at remembering what the last one happened to be about. It was something she didn't need to be reminded about. Never the less she was currently standing in the kitchen, something sweet was in the oven and she was covered head to foot in what appeared to be flour. Smiling sweetly she held the device firmly.]

Good afternoon everyone, I hope that you are all having a good day. [She looked over slightly.]

I've spent most of my day baking different kinds of cake. I kind of got so much into it that I ended up making way to much cake for just me to eat. [She turned the device around and low and behold on most of the counters there appeared to be cakes of different sizes and styles. Most appeared to be nicely baked at least.]

So... I was kind of hoping that people out there would like some. Just ask for a certain kind and I'll see if I made it yet. [She paused for a moment before turning the device back to herself, a slight frown passing by her lips.]

Also I had a question. While my current job is fine and all... It's not something I had planned to do forever. So I was wondering how did some people figure out what they wanted to do in life? Or at least here anyway?

[The video comes on to show Gale, decked out in a uniform of all things, complete with hat. He's illuminated by the faint blue lights of his new establishment, leaning up against the tinted counter with paint reminiscent of a military aircraft's stealth coating. There's music playing in the background and Gale isn't looking at the screen immediately, instead glancing off absent mindedly towards the side.]

Y'know, bein' trapped in this place for over a year really puts some things from home into perspective. It's kinda messin' with my head a little more than I'd like.

[He shrugs a bit and then looks at the screen, tipping his hat. He got his weird thought out of his head, now it was time for advertising!]

Heeeello again, ladies and ge-- [Ding! That was the sound of a certain notification for voting. Gale purses his lips and moves on.] --gentlemen. I'm happy to announce that my nightclub After Life now has a sister location right here in good ol' Genessia City. This is Hangar Queen, and we happen to be located on Fir and 22nd.

[He dramatically gestures an arm beside him to show off the place in view. There's an aircraft joke in that particular choice of location, but he doesn't expect anyone to catch onto it.]

In light of the recent elections, which I'm sure some of us are pretty sick of the political campaign drivel all over our feeds, [And by 'some of us', he mostly means himself.] opening a new place for booze seems like a pretty solid idea, eh?

And, being the generous soul I am, I'll offer the first drink for all new patrons for half off. But only the first one. As for Guardians and Guardian-hopefuls? Well. You guys really need to loosen up, so I'll be willing to give you guys a free one. That goes for the Deputy folk too because you guys aren't headache-free about this either, I'm sure. Which mea- [Ding! Another notification, and a prompt twitching of Gale's eyebrow and a brief annoyed tone to his voice.] -which means I fully expect to see at least a couple of you here. Obviously that offer extends to both alcoholic and non- coffee, soda, what have you.

And! If any of you looking for jobs don't mind the uniforms - which are tailored by the lovely Ayame Sasaki, by the way - then gimme a call.

[Ding!]

Oh for the love of-- that's it, come here!

[With gritted teeth in a fit of annoyance, he quickly reaches for his device and the feed cuts.]