Late Night Wandering Conversations

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This Traffic Cone is too Small.

Obachan has informed me that I must throw it back and wait for it to grow bigger before I can steal it to wear on my head.

Sean: *holding up hands to approximate size* "I don't suppose you've seen a 'Wrath of Lich King' box in your room, have you?"
*Long Pause.*
Icka!: ".... No."
*Long Pause.*
Sean: *hopefully, still holding up hands* "It's blue -?"

Icka!: "The lights are pretty, very... ur... eith..."
MOrgan: "Ephemeral?"
Icka!: "That's the one. Thanks. Verbally, I keep getting that mixed up with 'urethra'."