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Lottie hid behind a prop, crouched down on the ground as she sniffled and rapidly posted on her online diary about her all-time, fantasized and star-studded crush being a complete lie.

Ah. A completely legitimate and reasonable explanation. Freya would make sure to leave that out when she wrote up her interview.

She felt comforted in the fact that even Johnny Danger was the kind of guy who, in truth, just did things to get his parents to back off, so that he could try to live his life. It made him a little more real, though going to school with him for so long had already managed to do that somewhat, after the dust had settled.

She clicked her tongue and winked with pride. "Ja, somebody up there likes me, hah? It was a lot crazier when I was modeling, I was always on the roads, partyings, meetings people and makings connections, but it wasn't what I wanted. That was what I wanted," She nudged her head fondly to the side, where her husband was holding their child. "His name's Peder. Looks so much like his daddy, doesn't he? Who, by the way, I sees yeh flirting with, yeh nasty boil." She reached in and pinched him in the stomach, but by the laughing tone of her voice, she was clearly not actually upset.

"So now, my works is mostly online. Reporting, gossiping, keepings people up teh dates.. it's fun! And I don't miss anything backs at home by doings it."

She looked at the pig faced boil she'd once known, and her expression turned contemplative, and worrisome.

"If yeh ever needs teh just.. talks." She offered, feeling a little ridiculous for even saying it. "I means, no cameras. Just friends. Yeh knows I'm here. Okays?"

She felt the chances of him actually reaching out to her were slim, but that never stopped her from feeling the need to offer. Johnny D- JD deserved a little less loneliness, just as much as anybody else did.

"Sounds like fun. I'll be waitings. Now go gets yehrself into all sorts of trouble, before I start to forgets how much of a rock star yeh are." She reached out, and wrapped both of her arms around him in a classic, obnoxiously warm Freya hug.

Then she let him go, and booted him out of her photobooth. "ACH. Wait." She yelped, realizing what she'd just done. She pulled him back to the booth, snapped her phone out, and held it up high until both of their faces were showing on the screen. Her lips pursed and her expression turned demure and sexy.

"Say cheese, Johnny." She murmured, snapping at least four hundred selfies in the span of ten seconds.

Shun needed a break from watching people practically killing themselves with spicy sushi. And so he left the booth to Akane (or maybe it was just empty) while he began to wander about idly. With his hands in his pockets, he eventually came upon a peculiar booth with several familiar faces.

Freya.

Time to keep walking.

He laughed at Needle's response and decided to focus on his two friends again, rather than the fact that he'd just been winked at. "You're always lovely, Needle. I don't know what you speak of," he said in a flattering but also somewhat teasing tone. Of course he saw her outfit and the fact that she looked like she just lost a wrestling match with a bit of mud, but she still looked lovely. "Please! Just call me Kettil! No need to be Mr. Blacke so soon," he laughed.

Kettil heard his son shriek with laughter at the new sensation of having chilly fingertips touch upon him. The Muut smiled down at the small boil in his arms, "Such a good boil he is," he said proudly in response to Needle and Muka's observations.

Peder was still going 'dledledle' for a few seconds and yet more babbling before he just settled into squeaking his rubber toy and staring up at Muka hopefully. "Deedledeedle?"

Lottie, having finished her long winded rant on her Diary Blog on her phone, slowly came out of hiding. Her eyes were puffy and red from sobbing over the loss of her idol('s physical appearance). However, she stood tall, brushed off her skirt, and tried to look presentable. After all, a beautful ghoul like her ought to be out schmoozing and----OH MY JACK, A BABY!

Lottie grinned, scuttling up somewhere behind the Owl and Needled Woman. The little one was being held by an impossibly handsome and tall reaper. Oh dear, a father! He looked so young and.. pretty and...

And now the baby was forgotten, and Lottie was making goo-goo eyes at the tall, very taken man. Somehow he was even more handsome with a little one in his arms. Maybe.. maybe he was just babysitting....

And so Lottie dissolved into day-dreaming about them going on dates and eating submarine sandwiches five feet in length and winning cooking contests and baking sweets as elderly people.

"Congrats on doing well, Needle." Kettil said sincerely to Needle simply being part of the conversation and keeping track of everyone as best as he could. Kettil continued to hold his son who was now wiggling about a little in his arms in an effort to explore a little more about his surroundings, that is until Peder's eyes caught the gaze of a ghoul that was standing near Muka and Needle.

Kettil grinned easily at Needle and simply shrugged, "I think it depends on the scareling. My youngest sister, when she was first born, was pretty mellow at first and easy to take care of. Peder is a bit more energetic and curious about stuff so .. We're usually trying to keep up with him as best we can..."

There were accidents now and again. They happened.

"Can't prevent everything, just gotta let them learn." He said after he had gone briefly silent in thought.

"Papa! Papaaaaa," Peder was pointing at Lottie, but by that point Kettil was looking directly at Lottie as well. The Muut had felt eyes upon him after being oblivious to it at first.

Kettil gave Lottie a grin, "Hey there! Here to get some gossip? Maybe see some of the latest trends?" He winked at Lottie playfully. "Maybe even wanna make a beadwork bracelet? We also have a station for uh... Selfies!"

"Fies!" Peder repeated after his father dutifully and also squeezed his rubber toy.