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[Enjoy your new boots to the sky in the form of hay bales, new friend. Kashuu - a proud supporter of "heels so you can rise to the skies" - will certainly not judge.

THAT SAID, RUBY... He can't say he dislikes it, honestly.]

"People also used dried hay for entertainment! Watching it dry out was basically the biggest hit all summer and people would take the first dried batches and make straw dolls and stuff out of it. Sometimes people who made too many would be accused of witchcraft though, so you had to be reaaally careful."

[A pause after he switches the recording feature off.]

...I mean, no one said it had to be an accurate tour.

[ Look them red eyes stand out? Kashuu probably has at least one (1) red accessory or article of clothing on his person, and if not they really stand out?

Anyway Koga has to turn off his recorder to snicker. He hops off the bales, making his way to the next exhibit. ]

More like you gave up... But you're right, and I don't really give a shit about this stuff.

[ He turns on the recording feature, making a wide gesture at the candle making table. ]

Uh... for some reason, it never caught on that witches actually liked making candles more than voodoo dolls. They always won these candle-making competitions but silly colonials never caught on. I guess that was another pastime to fight off boredom?

[ there's a cute stuffed bee on the table, probably to denote the part about beeswax being used. Tallow from animal fat was more common for them though, according to a small placard... gross. Anyway, Koga's gonna treat Bumble here like a volleyball. Incoming, Kashuu! ]

[HE DEFINITELY IS red and black never go out of style in Kashuutown, even with summer creeping in... When you're a designer, you make your own seasonal rules, clearly.]

You say give up, I say exercising my creativity. Same thing, yeah?

[NO, NOT YEAH. But he'll shuffle on after Koga as he goes over toward their new home in candle hell, listening with obvious amusement as their weird tale about witches and voodoo continues to grow and morph into something even weirder.]

Ooh, don't forget this part! [Which he'll helpfully record:] They say that every time a non-witch won a candle-making competition, they'd mysteriously vanish the next day and all of the candles they made before then would become cursed. Like, touch 'em and all your hair would fall out!

[A TRUE CURSE.

Just like this poor bee mascot is cursed, since Kashuu's quick to whack it right back. Good bye, Mr. Bee.]

[ okay so it works as a nickname, good. ALSO GOODBYE MR. BUMBLEBEE, he's getting spiked into a basket. ]

Man, witches were petty. I bet they turned them into... hm, small animals? Like rodents or frogs. They ribbit and croak all night that they won fair and square. Also, they're bald too.

[ THAT IS CLEARLY THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THIS TALE: BALDNESS. Honestly for two young guys that really is the worst fate? Moving on though, would be... butter churners. Koga tries moving one, but it seems they made the prop...really heavy? Or like, out of actual solid wood. Wow, he kicks it a little in annoyance. ]

At least the wicked were never good at making butter! ...Hey, you come up with a reason, I just think they'd want to live healthy with their frog soup.

[MR. BUMBLEBEE NO... Such a short-lived, tragic life.]

Yep, yep, and yep. [These witches are clearly truly dastardly, especially with that baldness. If they had an alignment, they would definitely be chaotic evil.

In any case, he trails along after Koga and grins a little at his failed attempt to be a butter-churning Puritan.]

Obviously they sucked at making butter 'cause only the pure of heart could even get the stick thing to move. It's like Excalibur, you know? But instead of becoming the kind of England, you just got to make super tasty fresh toppings for your Eggos.

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