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Who: The fine crew of the SS Red Fish!
Broadcast: Probably not so much...
Action: You betcha.
When: Barely forward-dated to Halloween!

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[welcome to the Red Fish, the ship that always looks ready for Halloween anyway.

while today is a popular Earth holiday, it's also Zhas' birthday, and he has probably mentioned it to everyone on board in an unsubtle way over the last few weeks. there are a hilarious number of jack-o-lanterns around the ship, showing off skull-face carvings of... varying quality. thanks, Syeira!

what's in store on this spooky night? HILARITY, probably.]

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She presses her lips together to prevent herself from laughing and giving away that she totally saw him almost face plant.

"I didn't. Which ones?" As if she will recognize any of them anyway, not being from Earth. But no one ever remembers that when talking to her. XD

"Um..." Which ones did he say? "English, Spanish, German... something, something. He knows more than me," he admits with a smile. He reaches for her hand. "How many do you speak? I mean, there's gotta... gotta be lotsa languages where you're from, right?"

Yeah, she has no idea what Spanish or German are. Though English is what they call Common, she's figured that out a while ago.

"I grew up with Common and Elven. I was given Drow not long before being brought to the fleet."

"What is Drow?"

He hiccups right after that question and puts a horrified hand over his mouth, his eyes dramatically wide and his eyebrows raised. "I may possibly be drunk."

She does let out a little giggle then, but cuts it off quickly.

"L'xanalress d'l'Detholusin d'Eilistraee." The words sound exotic and seductive. "The language of the Chosen of Eilistraee. It's very pretty, but most people not Drow consider it an evil language."

He blinks at her, taking in the sound of it. "It is very pretty. Like you," he says with a goofy smile.

Ah and she's blushing. It's so easy to cause.

"It's, ah, not my language. A silver dragon put it into my mind when she blackmailed me into saving her clutch from a local Matron Mother looking to summon a demon."

Memories.

"That's..." He looks confused. "That's maybe a story I would understand better when I'm not this trashed."

"Trashed?" She blinks. "Oh, oh, right. Drunk. Well if you remember to, ask me tomorrow, and I'll tell you the whole thing."

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