"Honestly I thought it was going to be...uhhhh, what's it called...performance art? Like he was going to jump out of the casket and say some shit about aesthetics or death." Bony shoulders shrugging, Edy huffed off the idea.
"I mean, for your sake, I guess I hope you didn't misremember. You're supposed to be all about knowing shit right? So if you're already starting to go senile, that doesn't really bode well. Though I guess you do have the hair for it." She added with a wink and youthful grin.
"Well that is good to hear. Well, if you need any more gossip, and not that I would ever speak ill of the dead—" Though the shit-eating smirk on her face suggested that she was about to do just that, "—I have it on good authority that Bastien used to get BJs behind the bar at the Rathskeller while he was working."
With a cackle, Edy shrugged buoyantly with a grin. "Hey, I don't make the rules." Which, given her upbringing, was beyond an understatement. But Edy was taught not to question, and for all her piss and vinegar, there were quite a few social niceties and cues that she really did take at face value.
"I mean, for your sake, I guess I hope you didn't misremember. You're supposed to be all about knowing shit right? So if you're already starting to go senile, that doesn't really bode well. Though I guess you do have the hair for it." She added with a wink and youthful grin.
"Well that is good to hear. Well, if you need any more gossip, and not that I would ever speak ill of the dead—" Though the shit-eating smirk on her face suggested that she was about to do just that, "—I have it on good authority that Bastien used to get BJs behind the bar at the Rathskeller while he was working."
With a cackle, Edy shrugged buoyantly with a grin. "Hey, I don't make the rules." Which, given her upbringing, was beyond an understatement. But Edy was taught not to question, and for all her piss and vinegar, there were quite a few social niceties and cues that she really did take at face value.
