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*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, coffee mug in hand and tutu around her waist. And everyone subsequently dies of shock.*

"We can only hope."

Each exclamation point stands for - er -

*Meg tries desperately to come up with an explanation.*

Another ahahahaha?

Reg snickers despite himself.

"It might well. Although I can't imagine the girl you described being so terribly addicted to ahahahahas."

Well, maybe she is secretly laughing at us all, *Meg offers,* and disguises it in her exclamation points.

"Perhaps, perhaps." Reg nods sagely.

At any rate, *Meg adds, with a sigh,* she's going to need taking care of, I can imagine.

"Oh?"

She faints, *Meg explains,* at every opportunity.

Reg blinks.

*Meg shrugs helplessly.*

It's an Operatic thing.

Reg nods, still blinking. "Er. Right then. I'll trust you on that."

Just be glad you don't work in an Opera House, *Meg says sagely.*

"I shall be, then," Reg says, and nods sagely.

Possibly with a dash of season salt thrown in.

*Meg throws in some pepper with the comment,* 'course, they seem to be intent on bringing Opera to Milliways, so.

"True enough. Such things can sometimes Not Be Avoided."

Audible capitals are fun.

*They are!*

Especially situations that are Fraught With Melodrama.

"True, true. And melodrama is Contagious, after all."

It Spreads, *Meg agrees soberly,* like Melodramatic Wildfire.

"And perhaps one day it will break away from the whole after an Earthquake of Calamitous Proportions."