ARCHIVED: IC: The Auburn Festival

"Very, very nice," Antlerio replied.

As Chester approached, Abigail got relieved. "Mr. Crayon, Minister of Education!", said Akerman, waving to the man. "It's Mr. Kray, Minister of Intelligence," corrected Abigail. "Intelligence--Education--same thing, they are both for smart people, who cares?", asked Akerman. Abigail put her face in her palm as Akerman continued. "I remember because he married Lorie Krotch!", continued Akerman. "They are siblings", corrected Abigail. "Eww, you incestuous beast," remarked Debra, crossing her arms. "No, they aren't married. They're brother and sister," corrected Abigail once more. "Oh, so this sack of hunk right here is single?", asked Debra. "Come to mama, sugarbeat, I've got something for you," she said drawing closer to the helpless delegate.

"Oh dear," remarked Abigail. Debra puckered her lips and placed a firm kiss on Chester's lips. Akerman, shocked at the situation, suddenly felt sick to her stomach as the poor senior diplomat that was Abigail looked in shock. "Abigail, please cover my eyes," said Baldwin, still holding the boxes.

Sera immediately realised Garvin would likely make a beeline for Debra, she glared at her grandfather with pretty much the same look Sebt gave, the one that could turn milk to yogurt at a hundred yards "Grandfather no... no don't you even.." but too, too late. Garvin grinned as he approached silently "Well hello my lovely." Garvin grinned at Debra, his smile widening "Oh come now, you'd break this fella in half, you need someone with a proper set of arms." he laughed his usual uproarious laugh.

"It looks like we came in at a bad time" Sæfinnsdottír whispered to Guðjónssón, who agreed with a laugh. After the commotion died down, the pair stepped in and introduced themselves.
"Halló! I'm Aðalgier Guðjónsson, and this is my accomplice and Hiskjriaani Minister of Foreign Affairs Solveig Sæfinnsdottír. We have brought some gifts for the attending delegates." He accepted the box from Sæfinnsdottír and opened it. "For Mr. Alfred Núrsson and the Most Serene Republic of Syrixia", slightly mispronouncing his name. He took out a large leather bound journal with the Syrixian coat of arms on the front. "Made of the finest leather available, with multiple penholders and pockets in both the front and back."