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Well. . . can you help me? All I can tell you is that it is . . . heavenly. . . conjures images. . . of. . . serenity. . . then appeal. . . then passion. . . then. . . calmness. . . and then. . . serenity again. I see it now. . . it is. . .

Well. . . since you say it's not yours . . . I'm a bit flustered. But wherever it came from, it has tampered with my perception.

_{Picked that up, did you?*chuckles*} Your perfume. Or am I mistaken about the source of the fragrance?

No, sweetheart. Did I suggest that? Forgive me. The perfume must still be working on my senses!

Ok. Here's the plot:

1. We tickle Ikamefa.
2. She laughs.
3. I post an incomplete comment.
4. I complete it in watever-nese.
5. You translate it in a way that everyone would be satisfied with.
6. Everyone is happy, and another plot is fashioned.
7. The end.

Is that clear enough?

Huh? _{You just missed the plot. Pull something out of your conjurer's hat, will you?}

The key to exotic languages. It is only natural - the exotic is interpreted by the equally exotic.

I'm not the one not talking. It's you. You hold the key to the letters.

See, Ika? Watever won't tell. It's out of my hands now.

watever:
who? me?

Hmm. . . let's see. . . who else is called "watever" here?

ikamefa:
" " say what?

I just told you what it is you should know. Watever will supply the translation.    

ikamefa:
hmmm, is there sumfin i should know? y'all speaking chinese right now

xiang-chin quihontang toaioui?  

watever:
aren't u d one talking?

I'm not the one that reads people's minds.  

ikamefa:
what? spit it out!

I agree.

Hmmm. . . I think I enjoyed that tickle too much - maybe more than the ticklee.

Hmm. . .

Thanks @ watever  

Funny, isn't it? It's like saying, "yeah, thanks for whatever".

Hehehe. . .  

Hmm. . . can I tickle you too?

_{*the scramble to tickle Ika begins *}

ikamefa:
* hiccuping*

its my boss!  

Hmmm. . .  cheer up, please. Things will look a bit better when it's morning. Anything I can do to make you feel a little better?

What are the tears for, Ika?

And who dares to make Ika6 weep? Who?!

For your highness!

Hmmm. . . _{*(thinking). . . what shall I do for the princess today?*}

Hehehe. . . never mind, princess. No one can do stupid things around an angel like you.

Hehehe. . . princess! This is funny - for a while I thought you were actually serious.

My game?

My game?

My game, you say?

By the same token, not if he's 1 foot taller than you are.

No, I don't, princess. Perhaps you can be a little bit clearer?

Er. . . princess, what exactly do you mean by "frolick"? Surely you do not refer to my conduct of royal political affairs aimed at establishing trade relationships with our neighbours through forging an acquaintance with their royal seed?

No, princess, but it is my responsibility to look after your well-being.

Not bad, princess. It will lighten your burden, you know.

Frolicking? And since when did that become a royal impediment, princess. . . ?

The palace will always be sweet wherever you are, princess. You are the sweetness of the palace.