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[nihilo]

Mr. Saxophone and Dolly Parton
[ There's just the sound of jingling car keys. Oh boy, is it already Christmas again? ]


At least the furballs vapourized.

It's a shame, all this perfect snow and not a snowman to be seen.

[ And true to her word, she will be all bundled up outside crafting a snowman as tall as the average man. Beside her is a bucket, with carrots for the nose and cherries for the eyes. No coals. ]

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[nihilo]

[ She follows too, taking a smaller sip so as to be the more sober of the two. Do demons even get inebriated? ]

Is that like saying everyone is special?

[onlyanapple]

[He can, indeed, get blind stinking drunk. He can also sober himself up in a second, so there's no winning, really]

No. That's saying I'm special. I've found the vast majority of people are depressingly alike.

[nihilo]

Well, when there are seven billion of you. [ Not that she counts herself among the masses. She sniffs her glass. ]

Where is this one from?

[onlyanapple]

Individuality must be so hard.

I believe I wished up that one from Tuscany.

[nihilo]

[ Alice takes a sip and makes a pleased hum. ]

Difficult to achieve, difficult to suffer. Why does anyone try?

[onlyanapple]

I suppose they want to do anything to make them feel special.

[nihilo]

How does it feel, Crowley, being special?

[onlyanapple]

Quite interesting, actually.

[nihilo]

Is that a feeling or fact, do you suppose?

[onlyanapple]

Interesting is a sort of feeling you know.

[nihilo]

Freakish, you mean?

[onlyanapple]

No, no. Definitely interesting.