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[konge]

[Phone to everyone]
[After a few weeks of being here, Denmark is officially capable of using THE PHONE. He is so proud that he feels obligated to broadcast the most menial things over it. It's like giving your grandma a twitter, guys. Just don't.]

Is there a way to make the crazy women in yer house stop talkin'? I don't know what a dinner party is, but it sounds all sorts a' suspicious. I don't want one.

[There's a loooong pause.]
So.
Norge flashed me forward about a thousand a' so years, but he didn't tell me everythin'. If any good food has been created without my knowledge, I should like to try it.

Any suggestions, denizens?

Also if Sweden comes back I am goin' to punch him. Don't tell 'im, it's a surprise.

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[hyon_soudaishou]

[ Sure did better learning how to handle the phone than Nurarihyon. He still hasn't got it quite right and he's been in Mayfield for months. ]

Sounds like some sorta party. [ Yeah he's so smart. ] That involves food?

[konge]

[Luckily Denmark has some stubborn teachers.]

You don't say?
Well. I like the food part. It's the gettin' dressed up an' eatin' with the bewitched members of the neighbourin' houses.

[hyon_soudaishou]

Who needs to dress up just to eat and drink? Food and booze's good no matter what you look like.

[konge]

Ha! You're good, I like you. Tell me your name, voice.


S'what I thought. I could eat naked, who gives a damn. Seems like they've made eatin' somethin' of a formality and not out of necessity.

[hyon_soudaishou]

I'm Nurarihyon. Now you tell me yours.

I'd do that too, but my wife made sure I couldn't. [ He's talking about his real wife back in Japan of course. ] Feasts are supposed to be fun, not a fuss.