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All right, if you can all listen up for a couple minutes, I've got some things you might be interested in hearing about--and I'm gonna need your input on them.

Since it sounded like people'd be interested in the possibility of having a nightclub here, we're gonna try putting something together on the second floor of Seventh Heaven. Dining, dancing, live music, the works. Opening night'll be sometime at the beginning of August, if everything goes according to plan.

What that means, though, is that we're gonna need some entertainment, and that's where you come in. If you're a musician and you've been wanting an audience, then you could have a regular gig here--any style music. I'm partial to pop, of course, but I get the feeling not everyone here likes Perry Como. Or maybe if you do standup--that could be okay, too. I don't want it turning into a whole vaudeville circuit up there, but if you're some other kind of entertainer, let me know, and we'll see if we can't fit you in somewhere.

So if you're interested, let me know here. Tell me what it you do, whether you're going to need anything there to perform, like if you play the piano, and how often we could count on you to be the evening's entertainment.

And if I haven't lost you all completely yet, if anyone's got an idea for a name for the place, I'm all ears. I name characters--turns out I'm no good at naming nightclubs.

[And with that task done, she's going to go celebrate this project getting off the ground--along with finally getting all her finished manuscripts in something approaching order that afternoon--with a trip out to Good Spirits. Can't neglect one part of Luceti's nightlife ("nightlife") for the other, after all. She'll be there for an hour or two, in a yellow cocktail dress, because it's just not fun to go out if you don't get a little dressed up.]

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...Yeah. That's true. But...I still only have Toothless when I go home. Which, I mean--it's nice that I have him, at least. But it's still...yeah.

[Well, that makes things a little more complicated.] Sounds like you could use a roommate who can talk back, kid. You ever thought of advertising for one?

...What if I get someone crazy? I'd feel...kind of awkward if I offered and then withdrew when I realized someone crazy wanted to live there.

...True. Wouldn't want to get stuck with an axe murderer. [Not everyone can get as lucky as she managed to with Mildmay.] You got any friends you wouldn't mind living with? You could always ask them.

Ahhh, well...now that you mention it...

[There were a few. Winry, Ed, Lucy, Luke...but they already had homes. So...]

Y-you could always move in here. I-I mean, if you at all wanted to. And--I don't know. That you do. Just, uh...an idea. Which is totally okay if you aren't interested. You know.

I--wait a sec, you want me to live with you?

[She doesn't really sound scornful or anything, just...surprised. Hiccup wants her to live with him? The hole in his life can only be filled by a forty-two year old woman who leaves half-written stories all over the house?

...Hiccup, you are one weird kid.]

I mean, it's not that I'd be strictly opposed, I just can't see how it'd be all that much better than living on your own.

[Well, it can't be any stranger than living with a dragon and his hulking figure of a father. Who gave him a breast hat.

...But yes, he is a weird kid.]

What do you mean? I mean, we always have a good time together. And I'm cooking way more food now than just for one person...i-it's...really okay if you don't want to. But...in my mind? It seems...like it would be...just. Nice. So...yeah. Consider the offer out there.

[See, weird family is excused by the fact that it's family. Kay's just a middle-aged woman who taught you how to make chicken.

But, you know, she learned it from her mother, so maybe now they're spiritually related. By the power of chicken carcasses.]

Well--I mean, if you really want me to...[The promise of non-sandwich food being cooked by someone not her while she works on other things is incredibly appealing, let's be honest.] I can't promise I'd make your house that much more interesting.

[It's a powerful connection. Plus Hiccup has her entirely to blame for his new-found love of reading. Having a writer in his house, therefore? Seems like a very awesome plan.]

Really? You would? Oh, I'm sure you will! It would...yeah. It'll be great, I'm sure of it.

[Well, he can be the first to look at her new stories, then! She could use someone to try the actual words out on.]

All right. Sure. [And there's a smile in her voice now, except--oh, wait.] Except--well, the thing is, I've sort of got a roommate. I don't want to leave him in the lurch.

[Oh, he would like that. He would like that very much.]

Oh, yeah? Who is it? I mean, as long as they're not, you know, the aforementioned axe murderer or they're not strongly opposed, they'd be welcome to come, too. I've got two empty rooms here, so...yeah.

[He trusts that Kay must not live with someone too crazy.]

Nah, he's not a murderer. His name's Mildmay--I can see if he's interested in moving or what.

[Her voice grows slightly muffled as she turns away from the book.] Hey! Mildmay! Come out here a minute, wouldja? And bring your journal.

[Mildmay's voice, slightly muffled, comes in:] What's the ruckus?

[Wait, that guy Hiccup reassured that Toothless wouldn't eat him? Well, he can't imagine there are many Mildmay's around here, and--]

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[--Yup. The voice confirms it.]

Oh, uh. hey. There. Nice to, uh. Talk to you again.

Oh, you two know each other? [It continues to be a surprise, finding out people know Mildmay. He's not exactly Mr. Chatty, after all.] Well, good, that makes things easier. Mildmay, Hiccup here's looking for roommates.

...Hey, kid.

[Pause.]

We looking for a roommate, too?

Ahh--yeah, I've got two open rooms in my place, and if you wanted to move in, they're yours. It's totally, um--a no pressure situation here, though.

[Even Mildmay, even if Hiccup isn't quite sure what to make of him yet. Not a bad guy by any means, but...perhaps not the most chipper?]

And like I said, I'm not opposed, though [and this is directed Mildmay's way] I'm not about to leave you in the lurch if you like the apartment like it is.

[Mildmay shrugs. It's not audible, but it's worth mentioning.] I don't mind 'im, long as he don't plan on stealing nothing, or feeding somebody to that dragon. Mostly I'm just thinking this here looks like it could get awful crowded.

[...Stealing?]

Welllllll, I can assure you neither of those things will happen. so...

[Have a Hiccup-equivalent of an audible shrug.]

Well, I'm all right with moving house or staying here, so I guess the two of you'll have to work it out. [As long as she has a typewriter, she's a happy woman; if she ends up sharing a dining room with two people instead of an entire floor, she'll count that as a bonus.]

If'n they do, you'll have me to answer to. [Probably not the best way to start a beautiful relationship, but it's worth mention. If Hiccup steals something, Mildmay will end up finding out.]

[...There is a pause as he thinks on this.] You want me for a roommate, kid?

[Good thing he's such an honest boy. Because he doesn't get the feeling Mildmay is someone he wants as an enemy.]

Uhh, well, I don't see why not?

There, that was painless. [Oh, you kids, you'll be best friends in no time. And if you aren't, Kay'll just keep her typewriter in her bedroom.] So when should we start moving things over?

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