Are you sure? Sometimes this place seems pretty old. [Like older than you, old. But alright she'll let up, reaching up to fix her hair with a grin.]
Oh I'll make sure to eat plenty, don't you worry! Gotta whole lot planned today! Gotta make that pizza, hand out the last three Valentines I have, plus some super special decorating for tonight's dinner. Going to have to keep my energy up.
[Meaning she's gonna go straight for the sugar when she gets the chance.]
You better be prepared for the best bromantic dinner of your life!
[Haha bromantic, get it? Since you'll both be dining with your brothers?]
[ Apart from their exports, the neighbouring towns kept to their own. Rota and Kullen showed no interest in abandoning their ways, those looking for change moving to Bavan or the now prosperous Vandare. They were more the sort he suspects Mabel is thinking of, farming and working by candlelight.
Looking around the kitchen, Stan ponders the special decorating his niece has planned. The room differs little from that in Oregon, saws and axes on the walls and the occasional taxidermy project on the countertop. A tablecloth alone would suffice but he suspects there's far more in store. So long as she doesn't let any sunlight in, she has more or less free rein.
He narrows his eyes, uncertain of the idea of a 'bromantic' evening. He's certain Soos has used the word before or something similar. The implications are incredibly questionable. ]
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Oh I'll make sure to eat plenty, don't you worry! Gotta whole lot planned today! Gotta make that pizza, hand out the last three Valentines I have, plus some super special decorating for tonight's dinner. Going to have to keep my energy up.
[Meaning she's gonna go straight for the sugar when she gets the chance.]
You better be prepared for the best bromantic dinner of your life!
[Haha bromantic, get it? Since you'll both be dining with your brothers?]
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Looking around the kitchen, Stan ponders the special decorating his niece has planned. The room differs little from that in Oregon, saws and axes on the walls and the occasional taxidermy project on the countertop. A tablecloth alone would suffice but he suspects there's far more in store. So long as she doesn't let any sunlight in, she has more or less free rein.
He narrows his eyes, uncertain of the idea of a 'bromantic' evening. He's certain Soos has used the word before or something similar. The implications are incredibly questionable. ]
The best... what?