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[antitimelord]

It's that time again...maybe? Instead of the Pub being at the End of the Universe, the end of the universe is at the Pub! In the form of the ever-apocalyptic (and festive!) Zagreus. B| Who hates Christmas. And may have incapacitated the Pub's owner, once again. Oops. Which makes the...decorations that much more noteworthy, you know, for all their

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[theoldgirl]

[Ffff, what is she doing here. Just because she miscalculated slightly coming out of the vortex... and showing Zagreus he can't bully her into giving him a present really isn't enough of a reason to put up with this. But she may as well have a look around before leaving. Like for example at this mistletoe she's standing under now.]

[antitimelord]

[Oh honestly. He can't decide whether to laugh hysterically or cry into both hands. This isn't even a challenge anymore.]

I'm afraid you don't get to benefit from the decorations without a door-gift.

[theoldgirl]

[Pah. Haughtiness is a go.]

And I'm afraid I shall do what I like without your consent.

[antitimelord]

[Well that's just unfestive.]

From someone else that would be a threat.

[theoldgirl]

[You would know, Mister Santa Hat.]

I expect you know well enough when I am threatening you.

[antitimelord]

[Say it to my face, why don't you.]

Of course. The immediate and involuntary laughter tends to give it away. Are you lurking under my mistletoe for a reason?

[theoldgirl]

[Maybe she will.]

I am not "lurking". And what does it matter to you?

[antitimelord]

[NUH UH.]

It's just a bit uncouth. Fishing for attention, at my party, and you don't even have a present. Though I suppose expecting you to learn manners is a bit much, not like anyone ever treats you with any.

[theoldgirl]

[YA HUH. Maybe when she's had some of this eggnog over here.]

Do you never get bored, always repeating yourself?

[antitimelord]

[Getting eggnog? No, allow Zagreus. Please.]

Do you never get bored, being so predictably and uninterestingly yourself?

[theoldgirl]

[Fffff whatever he can just have that glass then. She'll get another one herself just because she won't let him put her off it.]

If I am so uninteresting, why are you still talking to me?

[antitimelord]

[Suit yourself. This situation obviously needed them both drinking, anyway.]

Out of the goodness of my heart, I suppose. Wouldn't want to be a bad host.

[theoldgirl]

[Clearly. Though she won't admit she rather likes the eggnog.]

Too bad it is not appreciated. Play host to someone else.

[antitimelord]

[It's ok, she doesn't have to. He knows.]

Don't be so hasty. I owe you some hospitality, after all.

[theoldgirl]

[HE KNOWS NOTHING.]

Oh, that was gladly given. You owe me nothing.

[antitimelord]

[Does so. Didn't you hear the song?]

Don't be silly, it will be my pleasure.