[Written]

[tsuntrader]

[There's nothing better to do after three days out in the cold and a chat with your best friend than to stare at your journal and idly contemplate whether or not interacting with People sounds like a good enough idea.

But something's on his mind. Or, well, a few somethings, but it's persistently sticking there enough to be worth asking.

To the journal.]

Could anyone tell me about leaders? [Well that's vague. ...Whatever.]

[...]

And while I'm here, what are elves? [...] And what's "tsun"?

Comments

[tsuntrader]

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[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

[He'll never tell you what tsun is. But he'll throw you a bone, Silver.]

Elves are these moody racist prettyboy bastards who hide in their forests all day making toys and cookies. They don't really like non-elves and yet they make stuff for them. Talk about backwards, huh?

Also they're supposed to be good with bows and magic.

[Or maybe he'll just mess with you.]

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

[...Moody racist prettyboy bastards. ...Accurate.

...Wait a minute. That's all three descriptions he's gotten meshed up into one thing.

Something is amiss here...] Are they really all of those things at once?

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

The really good ones are!

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

[...Is Gold messing with him? Gold is probably messing with him.

... ...But what if Gold isn't?]

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Come on, Silver, what do you say?]

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

...Are you sure?

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

Positive, dude. They're preeeeeetty complex.

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

...And stupid. Don't forget stupid.

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah, they're dumb. Real dumb. I mean, come on, they hate humans and yet they make toys and cookies for them. How dumb is that?

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

...How good are the cookies they make, anyway?

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

Amazing.

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

[Oh man, that sounds- wait.] How would you know?

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

It's called a store. You know, sells goods for other people to buy?

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

There's a store that sells cookies made by elves. [Excuse him if he's skeptical.]

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

Elves send their cookies to stores to sell them. It's basic business. Elves want money too, y'know. [Geez, Silver, come on. It's so obvious.]

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

I'll believe it when I see it.

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

Then meet me outside.

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

I am outside.

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

The house.

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

I am. [What, do you think he'd say "I'll believe it when I see it" and not slip out his window?



...Only reasonable people use stairs and doors.]

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

You mean you actually stayed in the house for once? Color me surprised.

[Those last few words may sound oddly echoed to Silver, and that is because as Gold finishes that sentence, he is opening the door.]

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

Oh shut up. [Closing his journal.]

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

C'mon, let's go. You're gonna experience elf cookies. [And walking towards the store.]

[Voice]

[tsuntrader]

[Yeah, whatever. Following!]