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O yea, ma folk come ferm a farm, ya see. Us tatzel folk dun been growin' candy corn ferm tha vine fer centuries. Er so ma Gran told me. She gently stroked a finger affectionately at her candy corn hair pin. One of her constant reminders; she'd come from a long time of hard working tatzelwurms and they deserved her remebrance. Can do 'a whole bunch with 'em. Makin' bread n' bakin', ink, smellin's, sauces, stuffins,... she trailed for a moment, smiling.

She gaze drifted off into one direction of the grounds and she pointed out in said direction. Ma towns in tha mountains. Foggy n' a bit cool but lotsa good fun. Just... only so much ya kin learn, ya see? Her purpose for breaking the chain in typical tatzel schooling. Looking back to Mot, she listened with complete attention at his ventures, tail wavering, and answered his inquiry. Well- been known ta confuse folk fer kin... so been learnin' most I can 'bout sort'sa critters. Dun want 'be offendin' anyone none.

Which reminded her that Mot didn't have a tail or fuzzy ears...or horns that she could see. er- what kinda critter are ya?

"Talk of the town" wasn't even the half of it. The ghoul was given a going away party with nearly the whole town in attendance (it really was a small town...). They'd also come together to buy her all the supplies she needed for her schooling including her PreCee. It was a miracle in itself that they'd ventured outside the town to get one for her, knowing she'd need it.

And the ghoul tried really hard to learn how to use it. Hey- she found the groanspring place; that was good enough for now, right?

Indeed, an ear twitched with delight at the compliment the boil paid to her place of origin. The tatzel had alot of pride in where she came from. Regarding knowledge, Mot didn't need to know that Levi wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed; just that she was the sharpest tatzel he knew... which she bet was just her. I got ma fair share 'a talkin' back home, I'd reckon. Smarts er a work in progress, eh? Bet yer learnin' a whole 'lot 'a stuff 'ere too.

There was a pause after he'd mentioned being a cowboil. Wide eyes stared before she laughed out loud. Shoving Mot at the shoulder, she got curious about the cowboil's origins now, despite having corrected himself. Yeeeheehee~ ya dun say! Well, gosh darn.. ya'll comin' ferm a farm to than, eh, Mot? What kinda farmin' ya do?!

Had they had a similar upbringing?

City Cowboil?

This was a new term for her. A new term consisting of two words completely contrasting in her mind. City boil?! It still intrigued her to know that there were ranches/farms outside her own, even when there wasn't any agriculture involved. Placing an elbow to a knee and resting her chin on a balled fist, Levi considered this new age cowboil.

Ridin' them critters up in that thar ranch? ...Ya like tha country livin'? If Mot wanted to be a cowboil, he had to have a ride, right? Certainly he'd have a favoring for the calm of country life if he frequented the ranch so.

A happy sigh in agreement followed Mot's words. Yea... Though she'd lived there her whole life, Levi loved the countryside. Her adventurous nature did lead her to leave, but not because she wanted to leave from a distaste of her town.

Can't say I'd rid much. Dun been spendin' ma days in tha vines er doin' other things. Chores n' routines a' tha crops n' rompin' in tha woods. Got some interestin' woods 'ere. Levi had gone exploring in the woods at school once already with Holly and liked what was there.

Levi then chuckled at Mot's distaste for the city. Atta boil, I'd say. She patted the top of his hat playfully a couple of times before reeling her hand back into her sit posture. She grinned though with the bad news bit. Like...thar be fightin'? Now, what could city folk possibly be like in a fight?

So the ghoul hadn't really been severely punished for her fighting over the years. Even as a young tatzel, she'd return home with scuffed clothing, scratches and scraps but never got so much as a frown and a shake of the head. Luuvie would be Luuvie- something her Ma sometimes said to her at these times.

She was familiar with the concept of grounding, however, as the boils she'd beat up got grounded by their parents... for getting beaten by a ghoul. Or at least that was what the whining boils would come back telling Levi.

Punishin' ya fer fightin'? But ain't that just part 'a bein' a boil? Sure, Mot wasn't built like rough boils she'd met over the years, but surely he had a drive to attack things once in awhile. Sounds like 'a good time 'n them alleys ta me... what'cha doin' thar if ya ain't fightin'?

She knew that there was a standard to go by with etiquette and city folk, but that was not how tatzels handled daily life. Back home, they taught us sum 'bout bein' indoorsy, but we ain't tha kind ta live by those thar standards. More 'a a suggestion, figure. Like ta lay it as low as possible maself. She being one of the least educated in regards to etiquette.

It boosted Levi's respect for the boil that he'd at least attempted to fight before. She didn't bother with card herself, but Levi was familiar with the idea of gambling. Older male tatzels sometimes gathered to play cards together and talk gruffly about various things that she never bothered listening to. Why stay and watch them play a game when she could be outside having fun?

Gambler? What kinda game ya into? Dun play maself but watched some folk flipping 'round card n' whatnot. That what 'ya do? Play with cards?

Mot's interest in her mentioning of fighting had her leaning back on the tree again, shifting into a side position. Fightin' means everythin'. Yer true show 'a character comes through when yer fightin'. Ain't a challenge I'm not willin' ta take on. And the tatzel meant it to. The flame in her golden eyes, which peered into the shadow of Mot's hat, was evidence of her passion for battles.

It wasn't a key goal of hers to fit in at parties so much as to attend for the experience. Pending there was no dancing involved. Dancing in public was a no no for the tatzel despite her wanting to dance. Mot said he bet on fights?

Think I'd take out a fellar 'er two in them alley's?

Just how tough were these back alley brawlers? Sure, Mot hadn't seen her in a fight, but Levi was curious to see just how much seed he'd put towards her if it ever came to such a scenario.