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"Most roring apologies, hoss-bold! I'm afraid I have disrupted your drink with my dance of the happies. I could not help it. The hearth is giving hots, the food doesn't taste like yelling demon, and I still have shinies to spare."
"Uh.. Okay.."
"I am most roring of the sorries. You have been very tolerant of my happies. I shall offer fine new drink for you!"
Hyrrah.. Doesn't always have the best situational awareness. But she has a kind heart at least.
...I haven't slept much in the last day, so I'm blaming that on why I'm like this.
-T.J.