Pomegranate Juice

[tartswithtea]

My my, Mayfield, you certainly have a sticky hold on me. This is the second time you'Ve done this

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[rulethegame]

[Joshua is just chilling on the uglycouch, jotting down music notes to himself, when the shouting gets his attention. Dronemom usually doesn't shout the names of countries down the stairs, or really talk much at all, so he curiously goes to check it out, poking his head into Sanae's room.]

Ah. Hello. Are you my dearest mother, then? Oh good, I was starting to get tired of the last one.

[tartswithtea]

((Sort of... stares a moment, setting the phone down as she does so.))

Seeing as I've woken up here... yes. And who might you be?

[rulethegame]

You've been here before, then? Was the town kind enough to send you back home? And I'm Joshua.

[tartswithtea]

Bri-tan. ((gestures to herself)) And unfortunately, yes, although I wasn't given the pleasure of a return home.

[rulethegame]

[He tilts his head. The pronunciation was a bit weird, but . . .]

Britain? Are you another one of those countries, then?

[tartswithtea]

Indeed I am; nod to be confused with England, mind.

[rulethegame]

So there's more than one representation of a country, hmm? Good to know. Well, if you need help settling in, let me know. Sorry about your room, by the way - I've tried telling Sanae that his art is a hideous eyesore, but he just doesn't seem to listen to me.

[tartswithtea]

I don't think I could agree more, I'll just set up in the guestroom, I suppose. Terrible place to put it, ((taps it with her hand.))

[rulethegame]

That implies that there's a good place to put it. The sewers, perhaps.

[tartswithtea]

Amongst the rest of the unwanted and foul? Certainly.