Fifty Ninth Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict is frustrated. It's bad enough the castle favours Earth holidays above all others, but now this...idiocy has occurred. She doesn't mind the drinks turning into alcohol, as was the case in other years, because after all, people being drunk at this time of the year on the Disc was fairly regular.

...But this was something else entirely]

Another well spent Hogswatch in this ridiculous place, then. When you people stop being idiots, you'll get your gifts from me.

Comments

[mal_addict]

Oh trust me, Jackrum taught us that plenty. He just...really enjoyed swords. Kept talking about the meat and the metal.

[samson]

That's ... more creepy than anything else ...

[mal_addict]

Yes well. He has a way with words, does Jackrum.

[samson]

Is he somebody you'd want here?

[mal_addict]

I miss him. But I'm sure he'd get bored here. He lives for soldering, and there's not a lot of that to do here.

[samson]

Yeah, I hear you. There's not a lot of action here.

[mal_addict]

We probably shouldn't complain about it, but still. It'd be nice if it was more interesting.

[samson]

Yeah, it would. But you're right. Knowing this place, you gotta be careful what you wish for.

[mal_addict]

Quite literally.

[samson]

Yeah. You got that right.