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[alwayskidnapped]

Congratulations, miss mundane. It would appear that you've finally found me a home. I will not lie, I am extremely nervous, but... if you are pleased, then so am I! This is a wise decision on your behalf, indeed, although I do have one request: please, try not to torment me too much. You've done enough of that as it is!

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[moonlitsong]

Oh that's wonderful news, Annette. I'm very happy for you!

[alwayskidnapped]

Thank you, Maria! How have you been? Has your mun been treating you well?

[moonlitsong]

Oh quite well, yes. When she remembers me.

[A chiding side glance to said mun. Who would like to note that Maria is so loud she couldn't forget her if she wanted to.]

[alwayskidnapped]

I'm glad to hear it. If it means anything, both myself and my mun are always pleased to see and hear from you, Maria.

[ It's true, too, you know. ]

[moonlitsong]

It means a great deal. I don't need to tell you how happy I am to see you as well, do I?

[alwayskidnapped]

Of course not. I do wish we could speak more often, though!

[moonlitsong]

I certainly can't say I'm adverse to that idea! I've spoke to Richter several times as of late but we might as well face the fact that he isn't you.

[alwayskidnapped]

Have you? That's good to hear! And no. No, he is not. Honestly, if he and I were to switch places, he would go mad. He wouldn't be able to sit around at home and wait like I do. Or cook. Or clean. Or sew the ungodly amount of clothing he destroys...

[ ...Unfortunately, Maria, you're giving her ideas without even trying. ]

...Hm.

[moonlitsong]

[Whatever, man, Maria is listening with amused - and rapt - attention.]

Don't forget about how picky he can be with food. In odd ways even. I've never seen a man who will gleefully eat whatever he finds and yet still snub his nose at some things.

[alwayskidnapped]

[ Annette's left eye gives the slightest of twitches at the thought. She knows, unfortunately, just how picky he is. Maria has been fortunate enough to not see the beat-downs that go on.

'Annette, this has too much salt', or 'Annette, you said this would taste just like my mothers. It doesn't. Why?' Richter has learned the hard way to not say things like that, for the most part. Her rolling pin isn't just for rolling things, after all, and she's pretty sure she's cracked his skull open on more than one occasion with it. ]

Oh, yes, that. Do you know what I think, Maria? I think that you and I should go on a little holiday or something, and leave him at home to fend for himself for a week. We'll see how picky and destructive he is, then...