audio;

[iampretty]

[you can hear the ambient noise of a restaurant in the background.]

Well! Now that I've figured out how this device works, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Hans, Prince of the Southern Isles and fellow imPort. I've met some of you at the party-oh, let me just swap this to the video for a moment.

[And then, he fiddles for a moment and manages to turn the video on: Hans is sitting in what looks like a restaurant-decidedly not the Hard Rock Cafe (though the eagle-eyed viewer can catch the edges of the Hard Rock Cafe logo on his black work polo. He's broadcasting this from his lunch break.]

Is it working? It should be working. [He shrugs, waves at the camera, then clicks it back off, swapping to audio.]

Anyway, it's become more and more obvious to me that I know next to nothing about this land. So, I'd appreciate any knowledge about customs and traditions of America. I already know about your president, thanks to Nelson, but what about your courts, your military strength, what it takes to get married, things like that?

[why yes he deliberately picked that last topic, sorry not sorry Anna.]

Any information would be appreciated!

Comments

voice;

[iampretty]

I'm sure that others would have pointed it out to me if I was suffering shock.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

You can't place that degree of trust into some vague concept of others. Only professionals.

voice;

[iampretty]

I have a feeling your definition of 'professionals' is more narrow than most.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

I have high standards. Don't you want someone with high standards watching you?

[Beat.]

Watching out for you.

[Oops.]

voice;

[iampretty]

I've already got plenty of people watching out for me.

[it's his fiancee and her overprotective sister.]

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

People you can trust? [A beat.] Or respect?

voice;

[iampretty]

More than you, at least. [left perfectly ambiguous so that Chilton can decide if he has people he trusts more than him, people he respects more than him, or both.]

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

That doesn't answer anything.

[Not playing your mind games, Hans!]

voice;

[iampretty]

[goshdarnit.]

I do have people whose opinions I trust and whose opinions I respect more than yours.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

Here? In this world? Surely you don't mean Kate Kane.

voice;

[iampretty]

I'm starting to think you think little of everybody! [said with a small chuckle.]

Tell me, what's wrong with her?

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

She's rude. She's rude with a questionable fondness for pizza. And I don't think she likes opera much.

voice;

[iampretty]

[but pizza is delicious, Chilton.]

She's seemed nothing but charming when I talked to her. Maybe you two just don't get along. [pause] Actually, probably you two just don't get along.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps you are simply the type to be charmed by brusque redheads?

voice;

[iampretty]

Considering my love life, that's entirely possible.

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm sorry, are we gossiping about love lives now?

voice;

[iampretty]

My fiancee is a very to-the-point redhead. I suppose when it comes to making friends, I've got a type!

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

You don't have to make it sound so cheery.

[Resorting to tone argument! What a jerk, this Chilton.]

voice;

[iampretty]

I can't help but sound cheery when I'm talking about my fiancee!

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

You're increasing in tonal warfare, aren't you?

voice;

[iampretty]

What do you mean by that?

voice;

[slightlyoffchilt]

You're trying to irritate me on purpose.

voice;

[iampretty]

Why would I be doing that?

[aside from, y'know, the obvious.]