Pesterlogs: OSBURB

[First Guardian]

-- literaryEnthusiast [LE] began pestering freskAbenet [FA] at ∞∞:∞∞ --

LE: "Good evening.

FA: "Oh... hi...Paige..."

LE: "How are you doing this day?"

FA: "Doing...okay...how about, um...you?"

LE: "I am fine, though I would much prefer my bunsen burners not scorch my bookshelf."

FA: "Oh...your books...caught on fire?"

LE: "Not all of them, but a slight majority.  Someone must have turned on my burner, since I never do."

FA: "I'm sorry... I... I wish I could, um... help..."

LE: "It's fine, you saved stepping on Lego baseplates about five times in the process."

LE: "Anything happening where you are?  Besides your upcoming birthday, of course."

FA: "Um...nothing much, really... well... except Old Man Mister, um... Habernathy, but... um..."

FA: "Wait... you... know my birthday is... in a few days?"

LE: "Indeed, I like to keep tabs on people so I know not to skip out on important details like this."

LE: "Hold on a second, I just got a memo from the brain.  It tells me "You sound like a stalker."  Is that true?"

FA: "Paige, I..."

FA: "Um..."

FA: "..."

FA: "I, um..."

FA: "Paige..."

LE: "Yes?  I am sorry that I sound like a stalker, I just do not like talking to a person and not know it's another solar sweep for them."

FA: "I..."

FA: "What's... a solar sweep...?"

LE: "A solar sweep, as in a revolution around the sun?  Great, now I sound like a pretentious stalker."

LE: "If I am making you unconfortable, I can just leave and check back later."

FA: "No, no! I... it's okay..."

FA: "I... I'm sorry, I..."

FA: "I... didn't mean to... um..."

FA: "Make you... think... um..."

FA: "Like... that..."

FA: "Whatever... that... um, is..."

LE: "No, I'm fine, really.  Let's just drop this discussion, for now."

FA: "Oh... okay..."

LE: "So, about old man McGee."

LE: "Sorry, typo.  Habernathy."

FA: "Oh... him..."

FA: "Um..."

FA: "..."

FA: "You've, um... read... The Christmas Carol, right?"

LE: "Ah, yes. The Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.  That one got burned, sadly.  But I digress, carry on."

FA: "Well... he's a little like, um... Ebaneezer Scrooge... McDuck..."

LE: "Great Gatsby, sounds like quite an unattractive fellow.  Imagine planting a kiss on that beak."

FA: "Yeah... a bit of a quack and... blasphemny..."

LE: feels rage that does not translate to the actual discussion at hand because Paige hates puns for now

FA: "Well... not blasphemny... that wouldn't... no, not blasphemny..."

FA: "I don't... it's just... no, not blasphemny..."

LE: "Arrogant, perhaps?

FA: "No, just... what's the word..."

FA: "...Sting...?"

FA: "Wait... no..."

FA: "Sorry, I... I don't, um... know what to..."

LE: "Perhaps rude, sharp-tounged, something along those lines is what I'm getting."

FA: "I... I guess..."

LE: "I think I can get the gist of it, care to continue?"

FA: "Sure..."

FA: "Anyways... I was... walking... um... through the woods..."

FA: "Just... playing..."

FA: "And... I came across a, um... pond..."

FA: "It's a... nice pond... good, um... water... anyways...uh..."

FA: "I... was near this, um... pond..."

FA: "Playing..."

FA: "Er, not playing, um..."

FA: "Just... um..."

LE: "No need to stress the details, just keep going.  *Paige bows down rather calmly"

FA: "Oh... okay..."

FA: "So... I was... getting water... and..."

FA: "I saw... Mister Habernathy!"

LE:s: "*Paige gasps in suspense"

FA: "He was, um... in a boat, fishing for... fish in the, um... pond..."

FA: "Then... I saw... the local butcher's mother, Amy!"

FA: "She was... with him... in the boat... watching him fish, um... and, uh... talking..."

LE: "Did you catch what they were saying?"

FA: "...Yes..."

LE: "This is pretty interesting.  Care to explain?  Or maybe not, for morality's sake?

FA: "Well... I... shouldn't... I don't... think..."

FA: "It... might be, um... rude..."

LE: "I promise I won't tell a soul."

FA: "I... I don't know..."

FA: "It... it might be... I mean..."

FA: "You might... know these people and..."

FA: "I... I don't... um..."

LE: Well, I don't hold grudges very well.  You would have to burn my books to really feel my wrath."

FA: "Well..."

FA: "I just..."

LE: "It's fine, I understand."

FA: "Oh...okay..."

FA: "Oh... I don't, um... think I told you, but..."

FA: "Thank you... for, um... remembering..."

LE: "You are welcome.  I hope you have a nice day."

LE: "*Paige bows out of the room"

FA: "Bye... Paige..."

-- literaryEnthusiast [LE] ceased pestering freskAbenet [FA] at ∞∞:∞∞ --