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[my_god_man]

Walks into Sickbay and notices... decorations.

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[transwarp_beam]

[strolls into medbay and whistles appreciatively at the unexpected holiday cheer]

Well it's different. I'll say that much. Had an attack of goodwill towards your fellow man, Cnamhaneadh?

[my_god_man]

[Brow rises with each new sound added to that word... sentence.... word-sentence] 'Attack' would be the appropriate word, but it ain't from me. I've got elves with a thing against good health, apparently. [Some of this is definitely making him sick.]

... Eh, what'd you just call me?

[transwarp_beam]

[amused eyeroll] Should've known you'd be the ship's Scrooge.

[my_god_man]

It's a time-honored tradition to be observed with proper decorum an' responsibility. [Smirks]

... Ya still haven't told me what that means.

[transwarp_beam]

...an' I don't think I'm goin' to

[my_god_man]

[Doesn't pout. It's a frown of disconcertion.] Why not? Is it that bad? [Wonders what he did to deserve that.]

[transwarp_beam]

[mischevious grin] Nah. Nothin' that bad.

[my_god_man]

[Waits expectantly, then pouts huffs a little more.] Well then, why not tell me?

[transwarp_beam]

...'cause s'kind of entertainin' watchin' you pout sulk?

[my_god_man]

[Does not pout. Or sulk.] Sulkin'? I wasn't sulkin'. I don't sulk. Was just wunderin' what all the fuss was 'bout over one... damn long word[-sentence]. I mean, why use it if you're not gonna tell me? [Feigns passing that off as a casual comment.]

[transwarp_beam]

[snerk] I'm no' the one makin' a fuss.

[my_god_man]

[Gives him a What's THAT Supposed To Mean? brow arch, but says nothing.]

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For about 8, maybe 9, seconds top.] Fine. What do I hafta do ta get you ta tell me?

[transwarp_beam]

It'll have t'be somethin' pretty impressive. I'm havin' too much fun to give in easily.

[my_god_man]

..... Like whut?