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[Undertaker pops on screen, looking like his usual self. Smiles all around, hair veiling his eyes, dark though not black clothing. He has mastered the phone-thing as of some time ago, but he hasn't had any real reason to need to use it until now.]

[Now, he has a message.]

I understand there's to be a special holiday coming up around these parts. Hygge, it's called. They say it's about family and friends, whoever you might be.

[He shrugs, grinning a little more, and though it might look wild on him, it's not entirely unfriendly.] So here's what I'd like to do. Some of you know me from the little cafe on the corner, some of you don't at all. If or not we've ever met and you feel so inclined, I've a kitchen in my house what needs using and a want to make all the hot cocoa we can handle. Stop on by and I'll welcome you to a cup of it.

[He has directions for the house, if anyone needs it. Then, with a tip of his hat, Undertaker ends the feed, leaving the invitation open to any who might take it.]

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[Someone's a 'bad' influence on him.]

It doesn't have to be fancy, at least. If it's a holiday for family, we shouldn't have to put on airs. Not even Albert.

[Always.]

Oh, please don't ask that of me. I haven't any for myself, let alone him, and I don't look through your wardrobe to know if you have any either. [Hm.] Do you have anything so fancy? I must ask. The costumes don't count.

[Well.

He has Ciel there. Just as he opens his mouth to mention the costumes too.]

I suppose I don't. I have a nice jumper, at least? I don't think I have anything at all fancy otherwise.

[He shakes his head, face as it mostly is.]

It was only a question of curiosity. I'd intended to treat this as casual, since we're not quite going to a ball in the manor.

So did I, really. [Something to remember though, if there's ever a fancy dress party or something.] I'm actually glad for that. Dancing still isn't quite my favorite. And I would happily avoid wine.

[He can't help what his expression becomes then, but it's not cruel.]

You did well with both, I think. The wine can use a little finessing, but we'll give you time to sort that if you wish.

[Don't make him dance again.]

I could do without liquor. Ever again. I think. [He pales just the tinest bit at the thought.]

[Okay, okay, he'll lay off both. Until he gets older.]

That was quite a time you had with that there, wasn't it, milord? Not exactly the best introduction to such a thing, but not entirely uncommon, if you don't know when to stop.

[Or just a little taller, in one case.]

Ngh... It was the worst. And the drinks tasted so sweet...

[Whichever comes first.]

You didn't have a problem with it at the time. Let's give it a little time and we can reintroduce you to it. It's not as bad as you saw. You've seen me enjoy a drink or two in my time and I've never been ill off it. Nothing to do with being a grim reaper.

I didn't realize it from how sweet they were. [Deceptive and rude.]

You're older than I am though. And a good deal stronger.

[He shakes his head, all too bemused by this. If he'd been able to get to the boy sooner, he could have prevented this, but it's a painful lesson sometimes best learned by trial and error.]

Age has nothing to do with it either. Strength? [Another head shake. How is this boy so well educated in all aspects but this?] Milord, I'm going to sit you down one night with my bottle and I'll walk you through it. You're not going to be ill, but there's a process.

[It's never seemed important to know!

He's still pale at the thought, and maybe slightly nauseous.]

Do we have to?

[Yep. His mind is made up.]

I think we do. Do you want to be sick again?

Not particularly. I don't think I felt that awful even when I used to get really sick.

[He is terrified of the outcome.]

Liquor tends to put a certain illness on a person. It's a very unique sensation, but you'll come with me one day, in the comfort of our own home, and I'll show you how to do this right. It won't be as bad as it was before, I assure you.

[He won't let you be sick this time, young Earl.]

[He still looks a little unsure but-]

I suppose... if you're sure I won't be sick again. I trust you.

[The suspicion is understandable. He won't begrudge Ciel that.]

You won't be. I'll let you decide when, but let me walk you through this.

[That last time will linger in his thoughts for a long while.]

Not during the holiday, at least. [Beyond that, he's not sure.]

[A nod.]

Not during the holidays. [This place has at least one a month, it seems, but he figures Ciel means the holidays they're used to having in their world.] Try not to fret about it. Do you think people would continue to drink what they do if all it did for them was to make them sick as dogs?

[There's a thoughtful little frown and then he slowly shakes his head.]

I suppose not. Herr von Siemens certainly managed not to make himself sick after all he drank.

[There. Smart boy.]

You see? It was only a bad experience you had, but we can change that.

['Bad.' He wants to say it was the worst but he won't argue. Not really.]

As long as you're there, it can't be bad. [He genuinely believes that lately.]

[The boy's trust in him is endearing. He'll be more than happy to walk him through it.]

Ah, my lord, it won't be. You'll feel a pleasant buzz, be a little numb all over, a bit warm, loosen your tongue, then you'll sleep and when you wake, your head may hurt a little, but it won't last long, and that will be the worst of it. Myself, I'm quite looking forward to hearing your laugh, if you do. [He was willing to bet the boy would. He'd been more than a little pleasant while he was drunk the first time, but too tired to do much with it.]

[The mention of his laugh is met with a blush that's bright enough to be visible over the video.]

I laugh already. Not all of that sounds very pleasant though. [The idea of feeling numb concerns him a touch.]

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