I do need to get eggs. Will you take instant ramen packs as a trade?
[Edward you terrible little man.]
I've got a good idea, aye. I'll poke around when I'm more rested, see what I can find around Undertown and out of the sight of certain authorities.
I have no bloody clue. I'm fairly certain I know why—the French were offended I maligned their beloved champagne—but what or who cursed me is still a mystery. Either I'll figure out who they are and persuade them to undo it or I'll figure out a way to undo the curse myself, but until then, perhaps save the moonshine for another time.
I'll take those names too. My own guns are old enough that Vergil keeps eyeing them with such longing, and I can only lie to the nice Ren Faire suppliers for so long before they start wondering why I need bullets so often.
Why would I apologize when I'm right? Anyway, don't worry about the French. Just make agreeable noises when they talk about wine.
Vash'll be delighted, he loves those weird crinkly packets.
Thankfully the folks in Undertown don't ask too many questions about weird weaponry, but uh. Good luck with Vergil. He's got a big checkbook and at least a little patience.
So you can drink again? Is your pride that important? Also, wine sucks in general. That's the shifty grape shit that Bossman and his dickhead of a golden buddy drinks, ain't it?
It's not a matter of pride, I'm just right, and the French are just being fancy snobs.
Aye, that's it. The bloody expensive stuff. I've tried it and if you ask me, it tastes about the same as two-dollar wine at the local grocery store. Maybe you can discern certain flavors in it better, but who drinks for the taste?
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we also have like
normal fruit and vegetables and eggs and stuff
you can have real food too we've got jam
there's a couple of shops around if you know what you're looking for. i've also heard mumblings about people being about to make stuff like that too
what cursed you? like just magical bullshit in general or is it something specific
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[Edward you terrible little man.]
I've got a good idea, aye. I'll poke around when I'm more rested, see what I can find around Undertown and out of the sight of certain authorities.
I have no bloody clue. I'm fairly certain I know why—the French were offended I maligned their beloved champagne—but what or who cursed me is still a mystery. Either I'll figure out who they are and persuade them to undo it or I'll figure out a way to undo the curse myself, but until then, perhaps save the moonshine for another time.
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[ food is food, says the man who's eaten worms raw. ]
I can give you a name or two of the shops I buy my bullets from, given that my gun's not exactly from around these parts.
huh
well, that sucks
have you tried apologizing even if you don't mean it
... what's a french
who are the french
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I'll take those names too. My own guns are old enough that Vergil keeps eyeing them with such longing, and I can only lie to the nice Ren Faire suppliers for so long before they start wondering why I need bullets so often.
Why would I apologize when I'm right? Anyway, don't worry about the French. Just make agreeable noises when they talk about wine.
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Thankfully the folks in Undertown don't ask too many questions about weird weaponry, but uh. Good luck with Vergil. He's got a big checkbook and at least a little patience.
So you can drink again? Is your pride that important?
Also, wine sucks in general. That's the shifty grape shit that Bossman and his dickhead of a golden buddy drinks, ain't it?
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It's not a matter of pride, I'm just right, and the French are just being fancy snobs.
Aye, that's it. The bloody expensive stuff. I've tried it and if you ask me, it tastes about the same as two-dollar wine at the local grocery store. Maybe you can discern certain flavors in it better, but who drinks for the taste?