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Something tells me you’re not into popular culture. They’re lyrics. However, if they’re causing you to die – don’t let them stop you. [ :^) ]

This is what influences the youth today? [ Smoothing his beard, Vasak takes a moment to consider. Is he really this out of touch? ] Clearly I am missing something. [ He’s going to choose to ignore her quip - for the most part. It receives only a raised eyebrow. ]

He gives a sigh, realising there’s little he can do about an unexpected guest now. Still, Edward wishes that people would just give him a text rather than interrupting him whilst he was in the middle of working - it was a miracle he got things done half the time.

“ You didn’t have to get me one, but thank you. What is it? And now you’re here, I suppose I shall offer you something to drink, if you would like something? ”

The man’s interest in the gifts brings a hint of a smile to Vasak’s features, and the brown parcel he has been babysitting since he left his home is brought to Edward’s attention. Needless to say, it contains a small selection of his finest exports. A bottle of brandy, some apricot jam. Cigarettes. Whether they are of any actual use to the man he knows not.

[ she did!! you just need to level up a bunch in the friendship meter before she shows you her emotions ]

Mulberry vodka? Peculiar. [ she will take another sip ] It’s pretty good. If you can miss a bottle I will happily accept one.

Of course. You will have to be reminding me before you leave. [ They are in another room and it is oh-so rude to be leaving a guest. With that, he grabs himself a glass and sits straight across from her, pouring some for himself. ]

[As if the physical response of rolling her eyes is not enough to show what she thinks of the idea, she begins another lengthy explanation.]  Do you know how much concentration I need to paint?  If I were to paint in a mood like this I wouldn’t be able to keep the brush steady and the paint would go everywhere!  I would end up with one of those paintings that are nothing but splotches.  I don’t know how big the market is for art like that, but I doubt it’s enough to buy a better team even if I wanted to.

“What is wrong with it? It is perfectly fine coffee,” Arthur protested, rather sorely. Why, he thought, did people think it proper to criticize his homeland’s food and drink every time they visited? “If you concentrate it less, you can drink more. Nothing wrong with it.”

 Unsympathetic to Vasak’s sentiment, he put his hands around his cup of tea, and raised it up to take a sip. “I told you you should have had the tea, anyway.”

 The Armenian cannot help but shake his head. If it were true that his people had introduced the drink to Western Europe, well, it is now that he wishes they hadn’t. “This is what you do not understand. If the coffee is good, you do not need much. If the water and coffee grounds have had time to become intimate, a small amount will satisfy. Quality over quantity, my friend.” Also, where is the foam???

“  They’re just some seeds. Do you not have more lying around or this bag particularly special to you?  ”     he raised an eyebrow at Vasak, arms folded over his chest. First, accused of theft, second, asked to do something ?  How terrible.    “ What does it look like even ?  Is it just a clear plastic bag with seeds in it ?  ”     He half-heartedly glanced around and shrugged dismissively.

Baby, you got lucky cause you’re rocking with the best and I’m greedy.

uh huh