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"IF THIS PERSISTS, I DO NOT THINK WE WILL BE WELCOME IN THIS ESTABLISHMENT FOR MUCH LONGER."
"SQUEAK?"
"I BELIEVE THAT CABBAGES ARE CONSIDERED A DELICACY HERE. THE STO LAT CAVIAR, THEY CALL IT. ALSO THE STO LAT BEEF, PORK, QUAIL AND TRIPE, I UNDERSTAND."
"SQUEAK?"
"PLEASE TRY TO REMEMBER TO EAT THE WHOLE CABBAGE. OTHERS DO NOT APPRECIATE PICKING UP THEIR STO LAT SPECIALTY TO FIND THAT IT HAS ALREADY BEEN NIBBLED."
**
"ALBERT."
"Yes, Master?"
"IS THIS CONSIDERED TO BE AMUSING?"
"Mad Nellie Snodgrass only performs in Quirm once a year, sir. It's the highlight of the holiday season."
"I SEE. AND THE PART WITH THE HEDGEHOG?"
"Classic."
"AH."
**
"Gods, that was close."
"VERY."
"I mean, they warn you about the rock-falls around here, but you never think it's going to happen to you."
"QUITE."
"You saved my life! How can I thank you?"
"THINK NOTHING OF IT. I AM ON HOLIDAY."
**
"DID ANYTHING COME?"
"No, Master."
"SHE SAID SHE WOULD WRITE TO ME."
"I know, Master."
"SHE WAS VERY NICE TO ME WHILE WE WERE AT THE BEACH. I BOUGHT HER A DRINK. WITH AN UMBRELLA IN IT."
"Yes, Master."
"WHY HASN'T SHE WRITTEN TO ME YET, ALBERT?"
"I'm sorry, Master. Sometimes, what happens in Quirm, stays in Quirm."
**
"Oh, wow, I love your costume!"
"AH…. THANK YOU? I…ER…MADE IT MYSELF."
"Even the scythe? For real? You're so going to win at the Maskerade Parade."
"IS THAT A GOOD THING?"
"I'll say. Are you going to the Bedtime Story?"
"…POSSIBLY?"
"You can come along with us, if you like. Are you a con newbie?"
"HOW CAN YOU TELL?"