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[sub_umbra_sedi]

[Anyone passing by 750 Partridge Drive today - or at least, walking past the back yard - will see a young Italian nation relaxing under the shade of a small grove of olive trees that seems to have suddenly sprung up overnight. He's bundled up for the cold, but he's got a lawn chair out there and actually looks pretty comfortable despite the

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[wybrows]

[ Goes out there to pester him like a good little sister. ]

That's a stupid looking cup. It's all... old.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

"That's-a because it's a holy relic!"

[He smiles vacantly, enjoying another sip.]

[wybrows]

What's that supposed to mean? 'n if it's holy, should ya be drinkin' out of it?

[sub_umbra_sedi]

"...What-a else would I do with it? There's-a no museums here to put it in."

[This is a totally normal way of thinking about things, right?]

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[tomatatas]

Seborga?

[Glancing outside for him, blinking at the sudden olive trees. And seeing as she spots her cousin-son, she heads over]

There you are. Do you really think it's wise to be out in this weather? Seriously Seborga, use your...

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[tomatatas]

[...she just recognised the cup ohhhhhhh boy

you in for it sonny]

What. Is. That.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

"It's-a the Holy Grail!"

[He holds it out cheerfully.]

"Do you want-a some wine?"

1/many ogod Seborga why

[tomatatas]

[Explosion in

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