hai mươi bẩy ❀| no one needs your thick skin
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How does it ever get so cold here- t-trời ơi... It's really intolerable, isn't it?
Does it get worse than this? [Her voice drops, sounding somewhat distressed and annoyed.] I can't imagine that... [Mayfield's fairly mild early December weather is still too cold for Vietnam. She's a tropical country with a long monsoon season; cool weather like this is something she simply isn't used to. Parts of her land- particularly in the north- can become colder in the winter months, but the temperature rarely ever drops below 40°F, and in the winter she spends most of her time in Sài Gòn for that reason. As a result of her natural climate, she's already overwhelmed by the rapidly cooling temperature in Mayfield, and is overreacting, of course.] If anyone feels themselves catching a cold, ah... I have something of a remedy, if you want to try it. I'll be at 1762 Beaver Street.
[You shouldn't. No, really. You shouldn't take her up on this. You won't like it. You're being warned now.]
|❀ACTION.|
[...Why are you taking her up on this?
Vietnam is outside on the lawn of her Mayfield home. She's dragged out a table and some glasses, along with a bag of sugar and an unlabelled jar. She's preparing some drinks that look a bit suspicious. There are flesh-like chunks of... something floating in the club soda. It looks astoundingly unappetizing, and you're here to drink it.
It's soda xi muoi- salty plum soda- and it tastes exactly like what it's called. Some Asian characters, or those with iron stomachs, may like it. Everyone else will probably spit it right back into the glass. Enjoy.]
It's good if you have a sore throat... [But can you really say no to this face? ...Yes? Well, that's probably for the best. Just say 'no' and walk away, kids.]
How does it ever get so cold here- t-trời ơi... It's really intolerable, isn't it?
Does it get worse than this? [Her voice drops, sounding somewhat distressed and annoyed.] I can't imagine that... [Mayfield's fairly mild early December weather is still too cold for Vietnam. She's a tropical country with a long monsoon season; cool weather like this is something she simply isn't used to. Parts of her land- particularly in the north- can become colder in the winter months, but the temperature rarely ever drops below 40°F, and in the winter she spends most of her time in Sài Gòn for that reason. As a result of her natural climate, she's already overwhelmed by the rapidly cooling temperature in Mayfield, and is overreacting, of course.] If anyone feels themselves catching a cold, ah... I have something of a remedy, if you want to try it. I'll be at 1762 Beaver Street.
[You shouldn't. No, really. You shouldn't take her up on this. You won't like it. You're being warned now.]
|❀ACTION.|
[...Why are you taking her up on this?
Vietnam is outside on the lawn of her Mayfield home. She's dragged out a table and some glasses, along with a bag of sugar and an unlabelled jar. She's preparing some drinks that look a bit suspicious. There are flesh-like chunks of... something floating in the club soda. It looks astoundingly unappetizing, and you're here to drink it.
It's soda xi muoi- salty plum soda- and it tastes exactly like what it's called. Some Asian characters, or those with iron stomachs, may like it. Everyone else will probably spit it right back into the glass. Enjoy.]
It's good if you have a sore throat... [But can you really say no to this face? ...Yes? Well, that's probably for the best. Just say 'no' and walk away, kids.]