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Ahem...greetings. My name is Kudamon and I am the partner of that ruffian primitive Sarasim.

I had been hoping a good vacation was all she needed but it seems she simply can not be won over by the smiles of her friends and the refreshing ocean and beach atmosphere.

I would help her myself but I'm much too busy. Honestly there are people who live for this sort of depressing tosh.

As an example of the problem I wish to direct your attention to what I'm about to let you hear.

*There is the sound of metal, familiar to those with Automail experience and Sarasim muttering to herself. *

Come on...you can do it...come on woman...GAH!

...

*The sound of fist hitting table and wood cracking*

That in case you were curious...is the sound of a woman trying to eat soup with her automail arm and dropping the spoon down the front of her shirt. Sad really.

So yes peasants, make with the words of comfort and encouragement, I'll be sure she receives it once she's down making a mess of her lunch.

*Click*