Sinister Soiree

[Kray]

The rating still the higher end of average which for an off the cuff event was fine enough. "Uh. Troll dolls?" Really now what won't they try and sell. "What were they a collectors fad or something?" The point a TV show renders that idea a little mute. "Uh. You know I hear people grip there is never anything on the Tv anymore." Anther look to the stage and the painful attempts by the guy on it to be funny. "But. A lot of what passes for entertainment has always been bad hasn't it." And no set of rose tinted glasses would convince him otherwise. "Ah. Now its just stuck on repeat it seems." What new innovations were there beyond there beyond the flavour of the week of existential world ending dread.

Axe being the sharper relation to hammers in a very inaccurate sense. Being that the only relation was hunk on metal on the end of a stick. Still is not something he has not considered. "Hm. Axes have their merits. But a lot harder to to just haul around with you." That was large part of his hammers appeal the misdirection it could provide. "Oh. Uh. You know the ones I ate at your get together." The ones that resulted in him eating an ice cream cup to cool his mouth off.

That not being what he had meant at all is a fortuitous dodge. "Uh. Oh. Yeah. Definitely. Probabaly a reason I've never been mugged." That being most likely easier looking mugs existed in their droves. So how much does a professional team of muggers cost an gut these days?

Her take on rage, put into words is a fairly new way for him to look at it. Most Summers he had known erred on the side of more as expected. It's nice to se the diversity. "Uh. Well it seems to be working out for you." Queen of summer, strong mantle, and a badass to boot.

he nods. "Yeah. Given we've known each other what nearly a year now. One or two doesn't seem like a lot." He did recall they both lost to Anatole at the races. Never got a chance to pay that back before he left. Good thing it hadn't been bound by a pledge. "Uh. Yeah sure the seaweed bit is all well and fine. But they have these raw fish pieces with different toppings that you can dip in different sauces and then coat with rice." Was it the food or the process he actually enjoyed the most?

[Circe]

Circe smiles widely as Kray seems miffed about the Troll Dolls. "Probably, uh," her tone goes flat, "I missed a few years when they were at peak popularity." There is a thump as Circe punches her thigh, hard. Back to semi-sanity: "Well, congrats. You have discovered the trend of Hollywood, save for better special effects."


Only the indies made new stuff. And if it hit? Copied until it was just another cycle. Circe snorts in amusement as a thought comes to her, "I won't axe how you know it is trouble, I'm sharp enough that I wood be able to split mystery from answer." She has her amusements. And wait? He meant turning mangy, flea ridden, worm infested Briar Wolves into BBQ? Wow. Gristlegrinder is strong with this Troll. "No. With the mange, parasites, and the like?" She shakes her head, "New York City hot dog maybe, but not a proper drumsticks. Even you could get sick from THAT. Possibly the mangy meat too," she points at him as she insults New York. Italian accent yes, but Jersey girl for loyalty still. Then Circe gives him a thumbs up, "But, I have found a place with mud crabs, remember? Big bastards, could make a lot of crab cakes with them. Just mind the pinching claws."


And don't go swimming. Though anybody dumb enough to swim in the Hedge would be the kind to swim with sharks whilst bleeding and covered in raw steaks. "Oh ho ho ho! I know right? Just throw on a Lucahdor outfit and claim your shooting a low budget film, people will look the other way, oh ho ho ho."


Circe puffs up with pride as Kray compliments her methods. "I know, I know," she holds up both hands and shrugs, "I am playing against stereotype. It is supposed to be grah, charge, stab, Leeroy Jenkins." Then raises her hands, palms up, in another shrug, "But I like to be contrary in some things. Ain't gotten me killed yet. Covered in lobster guts, but not dead."


"No no no no," Circe shakes her head, "Raw fish should become the sauce. Great for carbonara or any pasta," Circe continues to go into a culinary attack. "I mean, not with tomato sauce, you don't mix sauces like that. Everyone thinks it is just red or white sauce, but there are other ways to get sauced," Circe might be ranting to Kray's bane or boon. At least it is about food? He MIGHT be able to manipulate this into Circe making sampler plates. "And don't get me started on the whole, eat if off a naked chick thing with some sushi places. That is such a Spring season thing. And lewd use of food."​

[Kray]

A few years. Of course he knows what it means. Did it actually mean a few years or somewhat longer that's impossible to know. And not a thing to ask. "Uh. Well whatever social trends passed you by, you sure seem to have found several others for each one." Circe did come across as one of the best adapted lost he had ever met, in some strange way almost like she had skipped foreword to her age, or carved it into something that suited her. "Gah. Is it so wrong of me to miss the times when TV and movies tried new things?" Caught a little off guard but how ... old that made him sound. Time is such a funny thing isn't it.

A snort at the idea of carrying around axes being a bit more legally questionable then hammers. "Ah. I think its the edge, sharp weapon and all and if your not also hauling a bunch of chopped wood well." He shrugs, before the great grey head turns nearly ninety degrees sending shadows reeling as the origami flames of his crown change angles so suddenly. "Ew. No." He wasn't talking about eating the briar wolves even he had standards above that. "I am saying have you tried feeding them what I ate ate your get together." It had laid the Ogre easy enough. Head straightening again setting the balance of dark and light to rights again. "Ah. Yes we should go fishing sometime." He was still very much up for that.

As disguises go luchador outfits were not the worst, and a little more flamboyant then traditional or entertainment wrestling gear. "Ha. yeah just need a smuck with a camera and the uh. Clapperboard." If he had been half as flamboyant as the outfit there could have been a career in the wrestling world for him he did not doubt. But to close to home, and his interests lay elsewhere.

The giant shrugs. Stops, Smooth's a crease in the suit wit ha few heavy pats. "Uh. Hey if it works for you who am I judge." He wouldn't be the one to say he understood rage and wrath better then the summer court. "Emotions are complex things after all." He pursed a brand of fear, other autumns had other views and expressions. Same applied in other courts no doubt.

Taken aback by the instance of the sovereign that his way of eating fish was wrong. "Mary. Pasta dishes are rather dull." Shots fired. Figuratively. "Now. Meat or fish is the backbone of any good meal. Not some stringy length of soggy bread." And for sauces. "Now. There are many sauces but only two ways to use any sauce. Either marinade or dipping. None of this drizzle nonsense." But then his jaw hangs loose as she blind sides him with the left field comment. "Why? Why. Would any eat food of a naked person?" What? Why? Who even thinks of that? It must have been shocking because he is first thought is not you eat the person with the food, no that comes as his second thought.

[Circe]

"Ha," she barks out the laugh. She'd memetically treated her hollow time, so to speak. That and the annoying ones were good to store in case of dream intrusion. Literally Circe has planned for a your trapped in here with me moment. The complaint about TV was hilariously old man sounding. And she couldn't disagree. Did that make her old too? Sure! Why not? "Why back in our day, new ideas was needed to get the whipper snappers to pay attention. Or buy toys." Circe wagged her finger at Kray, "They should focus on merch selling again. Something new. Like a suppository."


"I blame ax murderers. They ruined if for everyone else," was her blithe suggestion. And then culinary techniques, seems she misunderstood that. "Oh," she flushes that she got it wrong. And feeding them? "Like, bait? Oh, the spicy stuff, oh ho ho ho!" She shakes her head, "Most animals won't eat it. Save for birds and people. Immunity and challenge accepted, oh ho ho ho!" That was a hilarious idea. "We could haul back more with two people. Hmm," she stops and digs out cinnamon candies. "I wonder. Would covering yourself in buffalo sauce serve as a deterrent to land predators?"


A curious theory, as she sucks on a fireball cinnamon drop. And expensive given how much it would cost to do. It MIGHT get them to bite only once, but otherwise probably not. "Eh, teeee-ake pepper spray instead, yeah. Just wear a mask, it has worked a treat before," she nods recalling her prideful moment. Circe felt anyone would take pride at slaying their arch enemy. "Oh ho ho ho!" She laughs hard when he suggests some additionts to luchador. "Celebrity status would quickly follow, oh ho ho ho."


Circe gasps in loudly as he disdains pasta. Pasta! She drops the cinnamon drop box onto the table, hands gesticulating as she says something rapid fire: "Sono italiano. Quindi, sono obbligato a offendermi quando insulti la pasta. Quello, e anche a me piace la pasta. E' una tradizione italiana più buona amica mia." Then freezes her hands, both pointing index fingers up. "You put meat and cheese in the pasta. Then cover it in fish sauce as marina, uh, what most call pasta sauce. Get both in one deal," she is now tapping her right index finger on the table for emphasis. As for the marinade or dipping, "And agreed if you include marinara for noodles. You DRIZZLE on waffles or dessert, not a meal," she shakes her head at that. "Stupid stuff about adulting," she makes air quotes, "With ketchup on ramen noodles is," Circe doesn't control he Mantle now and degrades into a combination of angry Italian and English.


Pasta was a rage point.


Kray will note it takes her a full half minute to recover enough to register that last discussion. "Cosa? Oh, uh," she shakes her head, "I don't know. It is Japanese thing or a tourist prank thing maybe. Like salted latte, yuck," she sticks her tongue out, "Or coconut coated octopus that are actually peppers. Tch, figa islanders," Circe was still pissed off at that. The texture surprise was annoying and she KNOWS she overpaid for it.