(In which Bard struggles back towards consciousness)

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Casa Belweldie, part 5 [26 Thory 4261]

Ysgwyd:“Hey, Ilottat, you and your chippie
wanna go out for a drink with Delframber ‘n me before we
head off for the night?”

Ilottat:“I’m sure we would be opgetogen,
delighted.”

Delframber:“The delight … is entirely mine
… or at least … a sufficient quantity of it … is mine
… to entirely fill me.”

Ysgwyd:[twining three tentacles around
herself]“C’mon, traff shoggie, you don’t need to talk all
fancy. I don’t think my mothers are coming out.”

Ilottat:“If, indeed, they remain cosciente,
conscious, instead of having fainted themselves or each
other.”

Delframber:“I enjoy … and even relish … the
opportunity to … speak as other primes. It is … less
than wholly polite … in my ancestral home.”

Ysgwyd:“What’s this ‘ancestral home’
stuff, Frambie?”

Delframber:“A very generous … description of
… the apartment … we have lived in … these last eight
years.”

Ysgwyd and Ilottat laughed. I did too, after a minute.

Ilottat:“You had mentioned a boisson, a drink?
I fear that I could indeed wish to use one. It has been a
frightful few minutes.”

Ysgwyd:“Let’s go to Across Saga, then.”

Ilottat:“I should rather not.”

Ysgwyd:“Well, your other choices are dockside
bars, or places that an Orren with elegant clothes and
aristocratic manners would not be welcome. To say
nothing of a Zi Ri!”

Ilottat:“Ah, diorthoste, correct. Though,
Sythyry? Do you mind changing to, well, another shape?”

It turned out that I didn’t mind not looking like me, if I
was going to go out carousing with a Khtsoyis.

Ysgwyd:“Not an Orren though! You and Ilottat
would be laughed out of Across Saga.”

Me:“What is Across Saga?”

Ysgwyd:“Traff dive.”

Ilottat:“A place where those unfortunate enough
be interested, well…”

Delframber:“A cafe where such as us can be comfortable.”

Ilottat:“I am not transaffectionate, as
a rule!”

Ysgwyd:“Sythyry, I gotta tell you about the
best time that Ilottat and I made love.”

Ilottat:“There is no angen, no need, for you to
tell such stories.”

Ysgwyd:“Lying side by side on this bed, with
him looking over my shoulder at Zi Ri porn, and me looking
over his shoulder at Khtsoyis porn.”

I must consult Flooosh for proper etiquette after such
revelations. Or, perhaps monsters are more aware of these
manners. My own mother’s lessons seem to have generally
left it out.