Scott's funeral.

[Verdauga]

O-Okay. Uh. . . .T-tell me when you're done, I guess?

[Kade Rivok]

*Continues as before.*  ...my arms are kinda getting tired.

[Verdauga]

Well, why don't you rest for a minute, and we'll see what happens?

[Kade Rivok]

Good idea- wait, I think something is happening... *A tiny spark falls from the magical objects and creates a small poof of dust.*  Was... that something?

[Verdauga]

So THAT'S where my fruit salad went!

[Kade Rivok]

Ok, well, it's good that you figured that out I guess.

[Verdauga]

Yeah. . . . But now I don't have any fruit salad. . .

[Kade Rivok]

*Sets up a row of pots and begins using the spoon and fork to play them like drums.*  Maybe this'll do something.

[Verdauga]

*Flashes in and out materiality in time with the pot beat.*
My head is starting to hurt.

[Kade Rivok]

*Drumming intensifies.*

[Verdauga]

A-A-A-A-A-AGH!

[Kade Rivok]

[Verdauga]

*Rematerialises, clutching head.*
can you stop?

[Booklover]

*Drumming intensifies.*

I am a violinist! We hate drummers!

Learn the meaning of pianissimo!

[Kade Rivok]

You mean percussion?

I get that; they eventually learn though.

*Rematerialises, clutching head.*
can you stop?

*Stops.*  You're back!