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[smokeandcarbs]

[The voice in the psychic network is even and self-effacing. It seems that all babies are safe this time. In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if they were put back to sleep.]

Today I was told that some of you could pull objects out of thin air, and that I could eventually learn those same skills.

Given that my learning will take longer than smoking the rest of my pack, would anyone mind creating cigarettes for me? If necessary, I can work for them. I'm good at changing light bulbs, writing reports and tasting cake. 

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[unapologeticallyaffected]

No need to get braggy about it.

[notadisappointment]

What part of that was braggy?

[unapologeticallyaffected]

What else can you make, gold bullion? Diamonds? Tiny goblin servants to see yo your every whim? Wine?

... I'll take it back if you can make a half decent bottle of pinot noir.

[smokeandcarbs]

[Wait, someone mentioned wine and that interests him! What witchcraft is that?]

...Can you?

[overlevende]

I've actually experimented with wine [and most other alcohols] some, but I don't quite have the taste to judge it well.

So if anyone would be interested in doing some tastings for me, they would get a bottle of the best wine they found in return if they so wanted.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

I guess bad wine is still wine. [Ugh, though.] Let's have a competition! I shall, of course, officiate and judge.

[overlevende]

[Ew, rich people and their attitudes.]

Well, if anyone's interested in making it a competition.

Either way the public part of my room is always open to people who want some alcoholic drink, or just spend time in an upscale bar.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

What's the door look like?

[overlevende]

Automatic glass sliding doors. I think it is the only door of that kind.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

We will be seeing you later. [His tone is cheerfully sing-song.]

[notadisappointment]

Anyone here can learn to make cake or cigarettes so it's not bragging. It's part of the nature of the Liminal Space.

Geez, with an attitude like that, you'll end up annoying everyone.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

End up? [amused sounding - Eliot is very used to not being the most popular kid on the block]

[notadisappointment]

There are those who will definitely try to get along with you even if you're being annoying.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Really? Is that how it works? Tell me more!

[notadisappointment]

No need to sound so sarcastic, dude.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

I'm afraid I have to disagree - it's absolutely vital in these sorts of circumstances. Self defensee and all that.

[smokeandcarbs]

What my friend Eliot is trying to say is...he's going to be in a much better mood - and perhaps a little less sarcastic - if we can get more cigarettes.

[No need to be jelly, bro. You know you're my favorite.]

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Jean, you cannot take the tongue. It has a mind of its own. [loftily]

[smokeandcarbs]

I can, however, keep it busy.

[He might be referring to cigarettes, food or something else entirely. He has no intention of clarifying, though.]

[fridgeninja]

All of those except the goblin servants.

Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of experience with wine. Sake, or vodka or gin?

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Depends on the gin. Bourbon?

[fridgeninja]

Tanqueray?

I only know Japanese whiskeys, I'm not sure if they're much like bourbon or not.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

I'm more of a Hendricks man, but Tanqueray will do in a pinch. And no, Japanese whiskey is very different. Bourbon's more of a corn liquor, and aged in new oak barrels, so it's a lot sweeter than what you're probably used to.

[pause] Are you speaking Japanese?

[fridgeninja]

Technically, I'm thinking in Japanese. But as long as I'm intending to be understood, I'll be translated. Wakari masu ka?

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Ah, nope. I only speak Middle Mongolian - my education was primarily Eurocentric, unfortunately, and big on dead languages.