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[color=4169e1]Yes!"[/color] The Kanamin chirped, bounding up to the front of the line. Her color-coordinated companion was dragged along with her by his wrist, held in the hand [i]not[/i] clutching her painstakingly replicated staff. Before the costume addressed them she had clearly been lecturing him about [i]something[/i], though the only bit that drifted to the costume's ears was a snippet of linguistic semantics about the link between Kanamin's name and her color scheme. The two were very much a bridge between two of her biggest interests, you see, and she had been really disappointed when there wasn't a Zeta reference of some kind in Integral.

It was enough to make you feel for the Irishman.

Still she refocused, once the costume spoke in a passable imitation of Kanamiin's voice. The voice was spot on, the voice changer was [i]amazing[/i]. But the intonation was all wrong. That was on the speaker. She hoped whoever was inside the costume had studied the intonations of the right catch phrases at least as well as she had, or that would just be embarrassing.

[color=4169e1]"Two, please. And a pint for home."[/color] She silenced her companion's complaint before it ever really got started with a firm; [color=4169e1]"It's limited, Brennan, it must come home with us too. Justice demands it."

"Do you know any of her catch phrases?"[/color] She inquired of the costume, cocking her head. [color=4169e1]"How do they sound with the voice changer? Does it get hot in there? I bet it's [i]roasting[/i]."[/color]