Funny Moments

A common snipe swings a punch at you, but you shift out of the way.

A noble masked average woman bumps a vulture masked petite woman into a black lacquered maple table lightly.

A noble masked average woman waltzes across the room with a vulture masked petite woman.

A noble masked average woman trips on her right foot.

A noble masked average woman falls on her face.

You startle yourself with the verdant grass and a noble masked average woman, "Oh... goodness!"

A vulture masked petite woman blinks surprisedly, "Oh, are you alright?"

A noble masked average woman muffles her voice, "Oh, cheese and crackers."

Miles reveals to you offhand, "He's where I got the majority of the lumber from for the flat."

Miles taps a lustrous mocha chestnut round table indicatively with his silvered pewter fork.

You ask Alexander naively, "Oh your the man with the good wood?"

Miles then picks at his silvered pewter plate of boiled carrot, roasted beef tenderloin and mashed potatoes with his silvered pewter fork, "Was a fortuitous crossing of paths, if I do say so myself."

Alexander compresses his full lips a-little at your words, "So I've been told."

Miles steals a glance helplessly at Alexander.

Miles whets his full lips anew with his glass of pinot noir.

Doctor Beth amusedly shifts her large brown eyes.

Miles clears his throat softly, "Fine lumber, indeed."

Alexander guides his glass of pinot noir anew to his wide mouth, "Lots of hard wood in these parts, I've noticed. Oak and the like. It's not all that soft pine like we have back home."

Alexander takes a sip of some pinot noir.

You ask Alexander, "Did you not get enough wood back home?"

Alexander rubs his left thumb mullishly against his glass of pinot noir, "Soft wood isn't good for much, now is it?"

Miles corks himself promptly with his silvered pewter plate of boiled carrot, roasted beef tenderloin and mashed potatoes.

Miles takes a bite of his serving of boiled carrot.

Doctor Beth takes a sip of some pinot noir.

You tilt your head conversationally, "I never liked the feel of wet wood. I find the texture hard to work with."

You take a bite of your serving of boiled carrot.

Your serving of boiled carrot tastes of soft, tender carrot that practically melts in your mouth.

Alexander shruggingly bobs his shoulders at your words, "Getting the wood a little wet has its practical applications. Steam, for instance, makes it more pliable and easier to bend."

You blink your almond pale blue eyes.

You ask, "You can steam wood?"

You ask Miles, "Did you know this?"

Alexander takes a bite of his roasted slice of beef tenderloin.

Doctor Beth listens to a modest kitchen curiously.

Alexander confirms your words concisely, "That's right."

Miles curls his fingers around his glass of pinot noir off-and-on, "Yes... yes... it makes it easier to work with. In some situations."

You glance at a lustrous mocha chestnut round table, "Did you steamed Mister Miles' wood?"

Miles nearly pools his glass of pinot noir in his thin mouth.

Miles coughingly switches his glass of pinot noir for his left hand's backside.

Miles pats his tattooed chest fleetingly with his slender left hand, "Ahem, sorry. Wrong pipe."

Alexander shakes his head side-to-side at you, "All of the wood for Miles' furniture was straighter than a stick."

Alexander flicks his almond amber eyes sidelong towards Miles' face, "You all right?"

Doctor Beth narrows her large brown eyes a-little.

Miles merely toasts Alexander with his glass of pinot noir, "Got a bit too excited over the wine."

You ask Alexander interestedly, "Is there a special kind of wood you prefer to work with?"

Miles picks bird-like at his silvered pewter plate of boiled carrot, roasted beef tenderloin and mashed potatoes with his silvered pewter fork, "Agreed. Once in a while. I rarely keep it at the house though."

Alexander mulls your words conversationally, "Ebony is always a pleasure to work with, but it's so bloody expensive. I can't get my hands on it very often."

You ponder, "Wonder what makes it so rare?"

You take a bite of your serving of boiled carrot.

Your serving of boiled carrot tastes of soft, tender carrot that practically melts in your mouth.

Miles admits to you pensively, "It's an exotic wood. Very dark. Very hard."

You ponder, "Hrmm, can you find many like that here?"

Alexander circularly swirls his glass of pinot noir, "It's hard to find it around these parts since it comes from Africa and such."

You say, "I'm not sure I've seen many black woods."

a scary pumpkin masked broad-shouldered man's lacquered alder goblet drum fills the room with awesome thumps.

I laughed harder than I should have. 

Toddia tucks herself in a towering festively decorated aspen blue-green fir tree lostly.

Toddia says, "Oh.. dear."

Doctor Genvieve hushedly urges you in French, "Adeetadique ton adilois, mon agriard."

You sob to Doctor Genvieve, "Gen, I don't understand you..."

Only a few will get this typo:

Meanwhile in the German Consulate's backyard...

Prelate Agnes slices hamfistedly.

It will never NOT be hilarious.