[ME] Bastien, Remembered

"Why?" Edy protests immediately, hands going to her hips as she raises a confrontational brow. "It isn't like he's around to worry about it, and besides, I'll remember him best when I'm cutting up all his nice things—" This latter sentiment was yelled slightly, Edy still under the impression that Bastien was going to burst out of the woodwork at any moment. When he didn't, the teenager merely crinkled her nose and gave the old man a once over. "This is a pretty boring funeral y'know. Where's the booze? The naked babes? All the weird Safrin star-shit?" Edrei You know I talk too much Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up