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Kettil had just been given the baby for the millionth time because Freya wanted to test out the selfie station (but really, just wanted an excuse to take selfies) when she heard her name being called out nearby. She saw Merope flailing as he came closer, and she hopped out of the brightly lit station to come towards him with arms open.

"Ach, yeh sweet sweet boil!" She coo'd, leaning in to kiss his left cheek, and then his right. "I'm suu glads teh sees yeh. Yeh comes teh the right person for Johnny Danger news, hah! I'm practically spillings with it, and I can't holds back! Comes, I signs yehr - oow, I hasn't seens this issue. Yeh finds a rare one hah? Clever boil."

She had one arm around his shoulders, refusing to let him go even as she signed the magazine cover with her strangely contorted form plastered on top of it. She tried her hardest not to get stuck on the picture itself, to find flaws in her body that only she would notice. (Thank goodness for airbrushing.)

"Did yeh knows, and I tells yeh this in the strictest of confidence." She was whispering quietly, as she wrote an inspirational quote on the magazine. "I hears that our precious Johnny Danger he gets himself a new pet, and he keeps it in secrets because he doesn't wants everyone teh knows that he has a pet pig. A pig for a pet!" She flourished her name, and handed the magazine back to Merope. "I hopes he brings it around here soon, so we can takes some pictures. Everytimes the paparazzi gets close he jes holds it up teh his face and hides from them. Since when does Johnny Danger hide from pictures? I swears teh yeh, I'm goings teh finds out the scoop!"

The magazine was signed with sparkly blue gel pen ink, and it said:

To my favorite underwater friend, Merope
If I'm ever drowning I know I can count on you to save me.
Love Always, Freya BB

Merope gave off a muted, frustrated glow as Freya greeted him. "Ahh, it was nothin', I jus' -- just, er," it probably wouldn't win him any favors to tell her that he had been stalking the magazine racks. Or that he had a stash of other magazines of other known celebrities who graduated from Amityville. Look, it wasn't like he was trying to be ready for a chance to meet them or anything.

Really.

...

Don't judge him.

The undead boil perked up as Freya began whispering. "A p-" he started to say loudly before he hushed himself, looking around warily as he leaned in close to Freya, "Really? He keeps that sort of a pet? I mean it just. Just doesn't seem cool enough? Unless my idea of cool isn't the same as what he thinks is cool and then --" he broke off, eyes widening. "What if my idea of cool is completely off Freya help, how do I get a sense of cool?!"

Merope's frustration enchanted her. Freya giggled and grasped his hands inside of hers, holding them in reassurance.

"Don't second guess yehrself like that, screechie. I tells yeh why I thinks he has a pet pig. Johnny Danger doesn't worrys about what other creeples thinks is cool. He doesn't cares. He says, 'Ach, nu, all these famous people are adoptings blossilias from the pound because they are unloved and needs homes, but I will gets a pig because nobody is talkings about pigs.' He does whatever he wants teh does. And yeh should, tuu. In my opinions, that'll makes yeh extremely cool."

I suck, here is the right roll.

A fashion booth?

That could not have been more up Serafina's alley if it tried, and so, perhaps it was entirely unsurprising that the ghost ghoul drifted over, looking at all the things Freya had available to do. Was that a -- oh, she loved dressing games! It let her express herself, even if that expression was ... pastel and pretty, which wasn't particularly spooky.

When she stumbled upon a model that looked quite a bit like herself, she couldn't help the small frown. Was that what she would look like if she had full lips? There was a moment where she reached up to her surgical mask and touched a hand to it, but soon, she shook her head. No matter. That wasn't important. She was here to design!

She chose a purple colour palette, this time, and designed a dress with a veil and a cloth that wrapped around her arms. Serafina fiddled around with it nearly obsessively until she was certain that it was perfect, and then let out a quiet sigh.

Serafina liked it, anyway.

A very well dressed and rotund tattooed boil appeared. Honestly with the bushiness of his beard and his size, he looked a little too old to be a student, but there on his lapel sat a skullpin. Muka would always stick around until his lovely ghoulie herself was ready to graduate.

He strolled with a completely unnecessary cane, but came to this booth first because his good friends Freya and Kettil would appreciate accessorizing much more than others. The owl boil hummed with a pleasant, bird-like cooing that seemed to simply emanate from his person.

Had he wanted to sneak about and surprise them, he could have made an attempt, but instead he hovered back with a huge grin and tried to get Peder's attention first.

"Pederrrrr..." He hooted softly, waggling his fingers, "Uncle Muka has presents.."

Peder heard his name being said looked over toward the source and suddenly there was a big grin spreading across the toddler's face. Small arms reached upwards as if to say 'YAY' and he began to make noises mixed with a couple of small words just for good measure.

Kettil only then noticed his son being particularly excited and when he looked up there was Muka, "Brother! There you are, I feel like we haven't seen each other in several ages at least." Kettil stood up with his toddler son in his arms and moved toward Muka. Kettil leaned and planted a big kiss on Muka's cheek, "Ah! I've missed your hairy face!" the Muut grinned. He'd embrace his owl-brother but he was also holding a small boil so it was ill advised.