String Carols by Candlelight

[Circe]

Circe yawns then bites her lip as she holds back her laughter. Was Kray actually trying to see if a Deus Vult crusader would toss her ass out for laughing annoyingly loud? Props! "I was a exceptionally rebellious and stupid teen John," to put it mildly, "Guarantee, I did worse and will not throw shade from my past's pile upon your own." And good that the fearful wrath of God wasn't coming out. "Fear and wrath tend to go hand in hand when God smites someone," at least from what she could recall. Though there was another line she recalls and the hidden warning behind it. "More frightening is the biblical angels, no chance of being seen as human, saying be not afraid. For those come not with punishment, but to deliver a far more weighty package. Responsibility."


Flammable and inflammable meant the same thing, which she found quite amusing. Thus a fun trick question. "Yes it did," she smiles at Kray. "Pretty much. And it wasn't a after school special where the inside was cooked to perfection as the outside was burnt like a marshmallow. All burnt." Save that beggars can't be choosers in the Hedge. Especially when it came to protean sources.


Yawning again, Circe shakes her head. Fortunately the song ended, so that was good. "Meh, too laaaaate," she is still affected by the song's de-buff to wakefulness though. "Pavlov didn't get me snoozing," she smirks and has no answer to that. "I could guess, but I doubt you were making a pun about In the Bleak Midwinter," she didn't like that song. Failed piano lessons on a bet. "If you were making that pun, then I shall demand donuts for winning the guess."

[Kray]

Comparing childhoods not entirely remembered, from different times and places did seem to be well rather redundant. "Ah. I'm sure you were a real terror in your youth Mary. A right little hooligan if there ever was one." Likewise not comparing or conceding simply acknowledging what she said about herself was convincingly true to him. "Oh. That they do seem to." A wonder then no lost got more involved in church life, plenty of glamour to be had. That idea makes him chortle and the giant has less success then summer queen at keeping it in. Once that passes he continues. "Bah. They give ultimatums don't they? Didn't one fella say no then got eaten by a whale?" The ogre is hardly a theologian but the story of Jonah is fairly well known.

A heavy shrug, sure he preferred good food when it could be hard but the ogre was not fussy. "Hm. Food is food and burnt is still edible." His stomach had kept worse down.

Looking interest. "Oh. Is that who wrote, Uh. Composed that one, Pavlov?" It would seem alongside Theology, Psychology is another of the giant's weaker areas. "Uh. No. No I was not making a pun, why what id you think I meant?" Sure with her comedic skills the summer queen would have thought of something worthwhile.