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[vaimoksein]

[Being Easter and all, the festival lover Finland is even more cheerful than usual.]

Happy Easter, everyone! I made a few pans of Mämmi to celebrate the holiday. It's a traditional dessert from my house so you should all come try some! I'll be outside of my house at 336 Brady Lane if you want to stop by. I'm sure that you'll all like it a lot!

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[mare_libertas]

Mama! Happy Easter!

[Sea-kun is there, all smiles. Mama's food is weird, but some of it tastes good. And besides. Mama totally counts as a parent or gaurdian. Peter's gonna get a signature on that permission slip if it kills him.]

I made you an Easter card!

[It is shaped like an Easter egg, and decorated a bit sloppily. There are also several suspicious chocolatey stains on the edges. He may have intended to give you candy as well, but that didn't make all the way to your house.]

[vaimoksein]

Peter! I'm not Ma- Happy Easter to you too!

[And he takes the card and looks at it. SO CUTE. He's so touched, sob.]

You made this especially for me?

[mare_libertas]

[nods enthusiastically]

Yup! I made one for Papa too.

[Let's see, probably best to butter him up a little before asking for signatures, so....points at strange brown sludge Mammi.]

That looks good, can I have some?

[vaimoksein]

Thank you so much! That was really kind of you. I'm sure he'll love it!

[Smiling, hurrrr.]

I was just about to ask you if you wanted any. You liked it last year, didn't you?

[Piling some up on a plate and sprinkling sugar on top since you're Sealand before holding it out with a grin.]

Do you want cream with it too?

[clockwrkangel]

[Something's going on on Brady Lane? Why not? Becca shows up and smiles.]

Happy Easter. ...What's mammi? [Pronunciation. Becca does not have it.]

[vaimoksein]

[He offers a smile in return.]

Happy Easter! It's a Finnish dessert. Would you like to try some?

[clockwrkangel]

Sure! [Becca's all about the free food.]

...But...what's a 'finish dessert'? I mean...isn't dessert always at the end of a meal?

[vaimoksein]

Eh?

No, Finnish! From Finland!

[kol_shevik]

Is reminding Russia of around four hundred days into of Siege of Stalingrad! Looks good!

[Came prepared. With his own fork and everything.]

[vaimoksein]

[Oh, you. He's excited, none the less.]

Here! Have as much as you want!

[He hands Russia the spoon. Considering that he made four pans of this stuff, it doesn't matter how gluttonous his bordermate decides to be.]

[kol_shevik]

[Wikipedia says something about "laxative properties" should he be worried. TOO LATE, ALREADY EATING.]

Спасибо, comrade!

...What is mud-like paste made of?

[vaimoksein]

Rye flour, malt, and molasses! It's naturally sweet! Do you like it? You like it, don't you?

[ominousjoy]

[Which, a few moments later, a certain husband swede will be coming out of Finland's house, dressed nicely for the holiday, holding two cups of coffee.]

H're. [--and sets it down on the table.]

[vaimoksein]

[And he's, you guessed it, smiling as brightly as ever.]

Thank you, Su-san!

Here, have a seat! I brought out a chair for you.

[ominousjoy]

Ah... t'ank y'. [He sits down and stares out... quite possibly scaring any drone children that happen to walk by. It's how he rolls man... terrifying the things he wants to protect and such.. little nations and the lot....

And drinking his coffee. Quietly... and saying nothing in all of Finland's conversations that may occur as he's there.]

[vaimoksein]

[Sips his own- those poor children. H-Here, diverting your attention elsewhere.]

Su-san, don't you want some Mämmi?

[windmill]

[Just. Walking by. And staring. You're such a wife.]

[vaimoksein]

Moi! Hollanti!

[Waving like the derp he is. AND NO, THIS TOWN SAYS HE'S A HUSBAND. S-SO MASCULINE.]

[windmill]

[YOU'RE A WIFE. EVERYONE'S WIFE.]

What's all this about?

[vaimoksein]

[S-SOB, NEVER.]

I made Mämmi for Easter! Do you want to try some?