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[Kray]

The information leaves the ogre contemplative for what more then a few moments, as he seems to ponder kind of hard on something. "Hm. Well that bites." Should he have needed to have work that hard for the joke so freely gift wrapped? No. Not at all, but he did make the effort and got there eventually. "Oh. Like the people who buy a square meter of land in Scotland so they can technically use the title of lord or lady whatever." A vain waste as far as he could could tell but someone was turning a tidy profit on handing out meaningless titles. "Huh. Don't think I've ever been in a limo." Another expense he had either never had enough for or saw as pointless. "Something you would recommended then?" If it was her mode of transport were money not a factor it sure sounded like it.

The game itself was of passing interest but keeping his attention split between it, the summer sovereign and everything else going on had been proving a challenge so the board was a welcome synopsis of what he was he wasn't able to follow. "Uh. They do yes. But then I might need to compete with you on the suit front, and that's a losing battle if I ever heard one." Unsurprisingly the exotic fairest did rock the mobster look. "Nah. I'll stick to what I know, Folks look at me and expect to see a certain something, I got no issue giving that to them." All the better if it stops then seeing what's behind it until it's far to late. "Ah Right. yes. Yes it would." Not going to argue with that logic. "But so would not getting shot or bitten in the first place." Or something a little more subtle and unexpectedly resilient. Many other options also exist. Oh hang on I wouldn't be able to bite a rapid dog myself now would I. So yeah okay the armour route might make more sense.

Well something he said sure tickled the sides of summer sovereign, but it gives him a chance to cast his gaze back over the pitch as balls are thrown, bats are swung and figure in team uniform run around the bases. Once she has regained herself enough to warn him of those who have declared war on the ability to taste it would seem, he pulls his own focus back around. "Ah. Why? why would they do that? Just wasting good food." A shake of the head. "That stuff had my eyes running for the better part of ten minutes." And they made worse!? "Ah. No. I wouldn't feed to anyone I didn't wish a really rough day." So not beyond using the food of horrors by any means. But it was not for good company.

The corners of his mouth twitch up a little, that, that's the indication he is actually smiling far more so then the exposed teeth and broad grin. This joke he had intended and playing some old corny saying had been a lot easier.

But having utterly failed to spot nevermind locate a poodle it comes as a shock because he sure doesn't remember people wearing dogs as clothing but it seems they must, or so he takes from how he understands Circe's description. You know I'm surprised that's still allowed, well who would have thought dogs get used for clothes. "Huh. Where is this person? I'm surprised your aren't giving them some kind of evil glare." Unless she is okay with it? She does make stuff after all maybe dogs are good for something in that regard? All in all, as has happened a couple of times when he takes the summer sovereign to literally the ogre misses the point by a country mile.

[Circe]

Kray just made a pun? That gets some giggles out of Circe. Good, she is corrupting him. Circe has to thnk on the comparison for a moment, tilting her head. Then nods in agreement. That sounds about right. Limousines? "They range from really fancy, comfortable taxi to pimped out party wagons. Never been in one with a hot-tub though. Last time, uh, hmm." She has to think on it. Then she snaps her fingers, "Ah-ha! Co-worker ladies' night party! I got reprimanded by cops for trying to fix the engine," the Fairest nods. "Apparently wearing a skimpy gown and trying to fix an engine is a naughty thing according to about two dozen cops. Who knew?" She shrugs with innocence so false she might as well be holding up a sign saying I pranked them.


"Same," she agrees with him on the appearance and expectations. "Though that makes switching it up VERY effective to throw folks off," which from experience Circe knows is true. "Throw in makeup and hair dye, you look like not you when you want to not be noticed." It was a great success for her purposes at least. And for just messing with folks. "I believe the meme is someone shouting the word dodge, but quite true my friend." He may not be getting what she meant. Too public to explain it directly. Oh well, she has to remember that stereotypes have a place. Amateur criminals don't know how to do subtle.


Circe wasn't sure of the answer to that question. "Unwanted meats, claim it is high cuisine. Add in hot spices to torment the tourists, um, because some folks just hate tourists. But still want their money," she shakes her head, "Logic doesn't always factor in." At least that is what she figures. It was something that makes a good joke and she figures there is likely some truth. "Though, I have met some folks that willingly eat that stuff," Circe shakes her head in disbelief at the memory. "Like, sweat dripping off them due to how spicey the food is, wincing in pain, and ENJOYING it. The worst stuff they enjoy," she looks to Kray with wide eyes. "I know masochism is a thing, but self-torture via your mouth and whatever it does to the sphincter? THAT really makes no sense at all."


"Poodle Skirts are a sin against fashion, like most of the stranger shit from the 1980s. And that one was ugly enough to double that sin." He was really obsessing over a throw away joke was he not? Try to shoot it down more she will. "I am actively trying to not look. Fortunately!" She looks over the crowd. "I now can't spot it. Either they sat down or left in shame. Fingers crosses, it is the second."