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and it takes, and it takes, and it takes

[It... definitely takes a while for the weekly after-execution note to arrive, but it does --- kind of scrawly and on ripped paper rather than nice stationery.]

EY. YO. WE GOT EFFIGIES IN THE DINING ROOM AND WE'RE GONNA BURN EM.

FOOD TOO. THE USUAL AND HOT COCOA. GOOD FOR THE SOUL. GET SOME. MAYBE TAKE IT BACK TO YOUR ROOM IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GET SOME.

[Anyway, in the dining room, there's plenty of mugs set out, with a janky looking arrow sign pointing into the kitchen to where you can get your hot cocoa. On the table, there's Vichyssoise, a pot of green tea, and some booze. There's also a cookie tray on the floor away from the table on which to burn the Wordsmith and Kimbley effigies, which are handily placed near the food on the table.

...also if you go in the kitchen without shoes on just. Watch the northern corner. There's no kidneys, but there's a lot of broken plates there for some reason...]

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[That actually manages to get a giggle out of her.]

I'm sure you won't be the only one to wish to do that.

Oh, I know. We'll probably all need to queue up or something like we're waiting to get into the new hit blockbuster.

I suppose I shouldn't lie, I do wish to get into that line.

[She's not a violent girl, but holy shit, when someone makes her upset...]

Well. Ladies first, I guess.

I suppose I wouldn't mind taking the first punch.

[She actually smiles a bit...]

This sort of reminds me when you told me to punch you.

[She still won't punch him.]

Well, yeah. But I think there's a difference between a friendly punch to the shoulder and punching someone's face in, you know?

...

You still wouldn't do the former, though, would you.