"Why is your home called Weasel-ton? Does it have a lot of weasels? I like weasels they're cute!" (I apologize for Winter she's a little naive)
Edgar slowly blinked. He didn’t know which threw him off first: the woman’s childish babbling about weasels or once again, having someone bring up that obnoxious ‘connection’ to his own country’s name. Where to begin, indeed….breathing out a sigh, the smaller man said (in as measured a voice as he could) “Weselton has nothing to with…weasels.” Breathing in deeply, Edgar went on to explain (complete with sweeping gestures of his arms), “Weselton is a term for white diamonds. My county is very wealthy and respectable, not filled with weasels. We are filled with diamonds. Do you understand?”
(//lol that’s okay.)
