Audience: Sheila Hammond

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Comments

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Salty? [they sound vaguely baffled.]

A little cream is fine.

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Yeah... My roommate pissed me off so I poured salt in his creamer, and I'm not sure if he fixed that. [Gently. Rattles whatever container the creamer is in.] Is a little cream still fine?

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[... oh no, they laugh at that. it's a very quiet, very huffy sort of sound, but it's a laugh!]

I'll pass. Plain is fine.

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Plain, it is.

[This is the first emotion Pride has displayed that isn't "..." so she will take this as a win? Once the coffee is served, though, she sets it on the table in front of them along with whatever sugar is in Luca's stash. Sorry but not sorry, Luca.]

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[they pick it up to hold, but don't drink.

and just stare at her. poor sheila has to direct the conversation, it looks like.]

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[yeah

she stares back

and after a beat:]

... Oh. So, this is what we're doing. [pride, please.] Sitting here. In silence. Neither one drinking.

[sheila, you do not have a cup.]

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You did not make yourself a drink.

But yes. That is what we're doing. [they're totally fine with silence.]

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Well, stuffing pieces of people into a blender so I can drink them in front of a guest just seemed like terrible etiquette. [vrrrrrr...] You must great at negotiations.

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[stop making them laugh sheila wtf]

If I minded, I would have said. [...] You could say I'm fantastic at negotiations. Yes.

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[No, she has to figure out how to do it on purpose now.]

Could?

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Should.

[they take a sip of coffee finally.]

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[She clicks her tongue.]

Now it's should? Come on, tell me about your resume.

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Ever played ten fingers?

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I don't think so. Why?

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It's a game, of sorts.

You place your hands out palm down on the table. I ask you ten questions. For every answer I don't like, I take a finger.

[... that's their resume, ig.]

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Whoa!

[LEANING BACK A LITTLE.]

So you have work experience with the mafia. Got it! [Pride???] What's next? The floor is lava but you need to swim out of a pool filled with concrete?

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I'm not sure what concrete is.

[hm]

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... Ohh...

[Slowly.]

Question. Do you, or do you not know, what a waffle is?

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I know what a waffle is.

[they say, flatly. this does not mean they necessarily have always known what a waffle is, though.]

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But concrete is older than waffles?

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I've had waffles here. [:unamused:]

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And not before. [:thinking:] There are so many people like that here, huh.

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Mm.

[another sip.]

People have told me I'm from "pre-modern" times.

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Makes sense. Waffles and concrete are modern, after all. [...] Modern-ish.

[She says, like concrete isn't 3000 years old.]

What kind of set up are you used to, then?

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Lanterns. Cobblestone roads. [they shrug.] Magic also exists. Which I gather is not common.