hai mươi bẩy ❀| no one needs your thick skin

[lotuslife]

|❀PHONE; public.|

How does it ever get so cold here- t-trời ơi... It's really intolerable, isn't it?

Does it get worse than this? [Her voice drops, sounding somewhat distressed and annoyed.] I can't imagine that... [Mayfield's fairly mild early December weather is still too cold for Vietnam. She's a tropical country with a long monsoon season;

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[supersizedpower]

What's a--

Oh, soda! Can I have one?

[lotuslife]

...It will cost you $20. See, I understand your disgusting capitalism. [holds out her hand for the money]

[supersizedpower]

That seems like a lot...

So it must be good! Do you take credit cards?

[lotuslife]

Do I take a what? What kind of card?

[hwamei]

Jiejie, you shouldn't give people questionable liquids, you know. [ BUT SHE TRIES TO POUR HERSELF A GLASS AND DRINK IT ANYWAY. ]

[lotuslife]

[she allows her to, because she thinks Taiwan will like it.] It isn't questionable... I'm being kind and generous. Like a lady. [please don't correct her, she's pretty determined to keep this delusion, okay...]

[hwamei]

[ sh-shakily pouring a glass... Vietnam why do you keep on making her spill her drink. oh well, it's mostly the cold weather's fault. Taiwan hurriedly sets the pitcher down and lets go of her glass to wipe her wet hands with her sleeve.

she didn't think of wearing gloves because one she couldn't find them, two, she didn't think American weather would be this cold and three, who wears gloves in the tropics ]

You're not up to anything funny, are you? C-cold... [ she rubs her hands to make some heat ]

[lotuslife]

[just... assumes that Taiwan is clumsy.......]

Ah... Why would I be? It's really too cold, isn't it? Most of the people here are ignorant of anything but American culture, and I can educate them while helping them like a virtuous young maiden...

[peonymarket]

[stares at the soda]

[lotuslife]

[holds it out to him

the fermented plums inside of it kind of... break up a little into disturbing pulpy pieces]

[peonymarket]

[

sips]

[lotuslife]

[observes...]

Phone

[thatsnotaknife]

It's so cold.

Phone

[lotuslife]

[is audibly shivering through the phone. somehow.] I-I don't like it at all. Is this what it is like in America's house in the winter? [she sounds stunned.]

[thatsnotaknife]

[You can hear his teeth chattering.] I've seen 'im on the telly, like a fucking freezer. They get snow, Vettie, four foot deep!

[lotuslife]

[the horror in her voice is palpable.] Y--

You meant four centimeters, n-not- not feet, yes? [she sounds almost desperate. PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE FEET...]

[armywithcountry]

[He drops by her house after one of his training sessions, clad in nothing more than his sleeveless muscle shirt and eyeing the drink curiously. He's German, man, he'll try anything alcoholic at least once.

The thought that she's offering a non-alcoholic drink doesn't even cross his mind, because seriously, why would you ever.]

. . . what are those fleshy bits floating around in it?

[lotuslife]

[She stares at Prussia quite openly for a few seconds, wondering why he's dressed like it's the middle of summer, before feeling impolite and tearing her gaze away. Also, while she likes alcohol, she's not going to hand it out for free HAHAHAHA are you kidding.]

Chào, anh Prussia. They're preserved plums.

[armywithcountry]

[It's actually a bit chilly out for him, but winter's like the only time of the year he can go outside without a jacket on and not get burned to a crisp, sadly.]

Plums? Huh, bit weird, but I guess it's not that different from those fruit beers Belgium makes. Any good?

[lotuslife]

Of course! It's very good. [though why is he talking about beer... oh well]