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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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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?

[In the most ambivalently doubtful voice ever:] Okay.

I can start moving shit tomorrow. It ain't like I got nothing else going on. Kid, can the... [Mildmay pauses, because this is not a sentence he ever thought he'd utter with any level of seriousness.] ...Can the dragon carry shit? We got a sofa I'm partial to.

[Such inspiring confidence, Mildmay.]

Uhhh...yeah, he can. I'll take the day off work so we can be there to help out. Sofa, though...[He considers this.] Yeah, he could carry that flying, for sure.

Guess we'll spend the night packing, then. [Although, now that you mention that Toothless can double as a packhorse...] We might have to negotiate some of the other furniture, too.

You two can figure what's what. I'm keeping the chair and the sofa, is all. [And Mildmay pads away to start sorting through the few things he owns, trying to decide how to pack it.]

Can do. [With proper payment in fish, Hiccup is sure he can convince Toothless to assist them.] He's been in a pretty good mood lately, too. So that'll be good for him getting adjusted to new people living in the house.

[And he's trying to conceal that lilt in his voice, but he's not doing a terribly good job.]

[Oh, Hiccup, kiddo. The cheeriness in his voice is contagious; Kay's own tone grows war.]

Yeah, if he'll take it all right, I think that's about everything. We can figure out the specifics tomorrow, if you and Toothless wanna show up around ten.

Great! Y-yeah, we'll be there! Ten sharp.

[And he's practically a giddy little kid now.]

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