Count to three and give him timeout if he doesn’t obey

Scold child by making them change the diaper if they keep screaming.

you have to earn brittle chips, child. What chore are you going to do for your snack?

>>1116012
Da is a handyman at heart and following a plan to fix a situation just feels... right.
So.
First step.
Ignore tantrum.
If tantrum escalates, walk away after securing safety of toddlers chosen tantrum area.
If toddler follows, continue moving while making a fuss over good child.
If all previous methods fail, throw own tantrum.
Now, that might sound silly, but the sudden non sequitur can throw the toddler.
Exaggerate for comedic effect.
Children have a hard time holding on to the grumpy when they're trying not to smile.

The toddler stuttering makes my heart soar.

Distract Sashi from his tantrum, as well as educate him, by telling him a story of your youth when you tried to demand or eat too many sweets.

Perhaps you can be clever and trick them into thinking you have a new snack. Cut up the beet sticks into little "chips" and put them in a bowl. "Here, about about something new? Da has some beet chips you can try."

Dama 2025/11/08(Sat)22:27 No. 1116611 ID: a6401c
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>Ignore tantrum
>Kid’s gotta learn that no means no
Just... finish changing Del. Let the tantrum run out. She’ll stop. She will.

Sashi: I just wan-nuh deh brittle chips DEDDY!

Sashi: eeeeEEEEH!!

The screaming intensifies. Da focuses on his hands folding cloth. The noise is upsetting Deemus. He doesn’t know what’s going on, and the only instinct is to cry.

Deemus: W-weh. Keh! Eeeeeeh

Dama: Hrmgh, not now please.

Sashi hobbles over to the counter. The cupboard above has the snacks. She’s not allowed to climb up there. Da’s hands are fixed on Del.

Dama: Sashi. NO. Get back here and sit down.

Dama 2025/11/08(Sat)22:28 No. 1116612 ID: a6401c
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>tell [her] a story of your youth when-----
Sashi: I just want brittle chiiiips!

>your youth---
Deemus: Whaaaaaah-eeeeh!!

>your--
Sashi: BRIT! TLE! CHIPS! BRIT! TLE! CHIPS!

>youth...

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/08(Sat)22:33 No. 1116613 ID: a6401c
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Yamelle: What’s with all the screaming?

The wife reaches the top of the stairs.

Sashi: I wenna snack...

Yamelle: There’s no need for yelling if you can speak it plainly. I can hear you all the way from the middle of town!

>Give [her] a timeout if [she] doesn’t obey
Yamelle: Mommy needs to put the groceries away and make dinner soon. If you have to make a fuss about it, you can do it in your own room.

Yamelle: And that’s final! But if you wanna make it worse, be my guest.

Sashi bawls and runs down the hall to her bed with tiny toddler stomps. Wife sets the bags on the counters to unpack. Husbino gradually finishes changing Deemus’ diaper.

She huffs.

Yamelle: I say; I don’t know how you can put up with that racket, honey. You have more patience than I ever will.

Dama: Errrgh... yeah

Hug the Lady Wife, for she power and grace and patience, and wields magic that is beyond your ken.

>>1116614
Yes. Pay tribute to the sorceress, mistress of motherly magics.

After preventing her daughter from taking some brittle chips, Yamelle should reward herself with sneaking some brittle chips. Can’t help it, it’s the cravings from pregnancy!

How does she do it?
Dama, ask how she makes the kids listen

Hug 'Ma, exchange baby for grocery bag. Help store away the food and get things prepared for dinner.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/18(Tue)17:54 No. 1117218 ID: a6401c
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>Hug the Lady Wife
>Dama, ask how she makes the kids listen.
>Pay tribute to the sorceress, mistress of motherly magics
Da hugs Ma with hover hands--as they are stained with baby powder. She smecks him on the lips.

Dama: My er... hands were full. I thought--

Yamelle: Don’t worry, I can put the food away!

Dama: I can help in a... hrmh...

Yamelle: Just finish changing Del’s nappy and wash those hands, sweetie. I need my room to cook!

Da sifts the cloth around and completes the task. He murmurs.

Dama: Sashi is more responsive to your demands.

Yamelle: Demands? That’s a silly way to describe it. One of the bookclub girls works at a daycare and has taught me a thing or two about getting children to listen.

Yamelle: You can raise your voice, sure--but you need them to be aware of their behavior, and if that doesn’t work you just give them an ultimatum.

Dama wets his hands clean.

Yamelle: Why don’t you read the children a story while I make dinner? It’s going to be brontoroc fillet so it’ll be a hefty minute.

Dama 2025/11/18(Tue)17:57 No. 1117219 ID: a6401c
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Dama carries his son to the children’s bedroom. Sashi mopes in the pillows, lightly kicking on her mattress.

Dama: Now, now Sashi. It’s time for the tears to dry. Any more lost and you’ll whither away like an icicle.

Sashi: hrmmble-frrnmbnnnh

Dama: I know. But your mother is busy with dinner.

Dama: How about I read you a story?

Sashi: eeedunWURNNMNsturr.

Dama: I think Deemus would like a story. Do you have a favorite one?

Sashi: mruuuuuum...

Dama: You can pick one from your shelf if you’d like.

What does Sashi want read to her?
>fairy tale
>A story of a cute animal
>A parable from the chupian bible
>literary exercises (ABCs, Cows Go Moo)

Chupian parable

Chupian Bible

I like cute animals, but Chupian bible means LORRRRRE!!! Gimme lorrrrreeee!!!!!

parable
are there any about little animals?

A parable.
Even children CRAVE the lore

Chuck Chupian and the Gunk Runamunk!

>A story of a cute animal.

Young Dama is a cute animal.


...okay, lets do Chupian Bible, instead. We must learn about alien moral values.

Tales from the Chupian Bible!

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)12:57 No. 1117973 ID: a6401c
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>Oops, all parables
Sashi sits up in her bed. She sniffles and rubs her eye for a while.

Sashi: Can you ree-- reed me from the Hums of, erm… Hums of deh... Daga Hums please?

Ah yes, the classic Dagan Hums. Dama steps towards the bookshelf, plucks the religious text, and sits upon Sashi’s bed. Deemus is placed in her lap.

Dama: Hmm. It’s been a time since we’ve peeked into the Dagan Hums. But I think I’ve got the story. The Farmer of Wides.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)12:58 No. 1117974 ID: a6401c
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There was a farmer in Wides named Suyr, he worked his life upon soil. Much so that age took his body; his hands calloused and fingers curled. Suyr inherited his father’s farm; it had always been on the brink of failure. Crops were seldom fruitful. And Suyr made just enough to sustain only himself--he had neither companion nor offspring.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)13:05 No. 1117976 ID: a6401c
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So Suyr raked the fields under sweltering heat with dust in his eyes. Then he unearthed a vessel in the driest dirt, and released from the vessel was the dryad Amete--one of many nymphs under Buthys, Goddess of the Harvest.

“You released me from my vessel. I thank you, farmer.” Amete said, “The land has since dried up. Ask me, farmer, what power left I may bless you with. But heed, for what you receive from me your greatest rival will receive doubly.”

--

>To make this a lil' interesting you may have Sashi interrupt or speak at any point while I update--unless you all want to be good chupian boys and girls and remain silent.

"And then Suyr drinked the vessel!"

"I wish to be half-blind, half-deaf and half limp"

We allowed to guess how this ends? Here' my guess. He wishes for a copy of her for companionship and love since he hardly cares if his rival gets 2 copies as long as he has one. She's so touched by this that while the rival gets 2 cheap copies he gets the real thing. OR for the evulz, he wishes his life was half-ruined.

>>1117984
You may guess how it ends! Or even provide commentary. Or try to make Dama laugh.

Was deh dwyad pwitty?

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)14:50 No. 1117998 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: I want him to drank de wessel! He hyah hyah!

Dama: No hon, he doesn’t do that. That’s not how the story goes.

Sashi: I want him tuh... to uh... dey kiss and marry to be you and mom cuz... becuz she can be pretty like MOM!

Dama: Very thoughtful of you. Shall I continue?

Sashi: they kissth

--

Suyr indeed had a rival Roytr whose land was fruitful and green. Suyr had been very bitter of Roytr’s success since the beginning. So Suyr ponders.

The farmer could wish for riches, but his adversary would be wealthier.

The farmer could wish for fruitful harvest, but his foe would earn a great quantity.

The farmer could wish for renown, but his opponent would overshadow him.

The farmer could wish for a family, but his rival would have a vast progeny.

At last the farmer decided his wish, and thusly spoke, “Amete, o’dryad of Buthys. I have found my wish.”

>You may continue to interrupt and banter.

did he wish for a kiss

What if He wished to be better than his rival?

Loophole’d

He wishes to fall in love with his rival!

>>1117998
If... if it was bafftime... would the lady be a wet ad?
<gaaaasp> he could wish for ALL th brittew chips in the world!

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)17:09 No. 1118017 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: A kissth!

Dama: Hmm?

Sashi: He, uh, should ask for a kiss.

Dama: That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But it may surprise you what his wish ends up being.

--

Amete reminds, “Again you must heed; for what you receive from me your greatest rival, sole opponent, your lifelong adversary will be granted your wish doubly.”

And so Suyr said to Amete, “I wish to surrender one of my eyes.”

Amete fulfills the farmer’s wish, and removes one of his eyes. Then she removed the eyes of Roytr, crippling the man of sight. The fulfillment had Amete return to Buthys’ golden acres of wheat. Suyr continued his work upon the dry field slackened by his vision. Yet he worked.

>The story aint over yet! You may continue to interrupt and banter.

How about turning the tables and wishing for the rival to have this wish? Whatever 2 things rival wishes for get doubled to himself so he wins more!

>>1118017 ...Only to find his rival has loved ones to take care of him in his blindness. For peak irony he loses his only eye in an accident soon-ish and has nobody himself.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)18:01 No. 1118021 ID: a6401c
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Word had reached Buthys Goddess of Harvest. Buthys was displeased to learn what came of Suyr’s request. The Goddess of Harvest stepped down from her throne to confront him.

The Goddess Buthys said, “Did you give your eye to cripple another?”

He said. “Yes I have.”

And this angered The Goddess Buthys, “How selfish! How miserly! How confounding you were willing to suffer by your own hand, as long as another party suffers more. And as long as you know another suffers more, you can bear your miserable life!”

>You may continue to interrupt and banter.

And while she was busy ranting, he stole back all the eyes an’ now he got FOUR eyes for super vision!

Suyr expected to be rewarded. It was the nature of the society that evolved in the Goddess' creation.
When Suyr started out, he shared his crops with the neighboring farmers, and they shared in turn. But the king's men took extra taxes for every crop shared. They learned to stop sharing and the taxes lessened.
Then, Suyr tried to tend to his own farm and the king's taxes, and nothing else. The king's men took more and more and expected higher quotas and gave restrictive orders that left his crops withered.
The last time Suyr beat his neighbor, the King's men looked on, then smiled, then brought him to the pub for a pint, then gave him high-quality seeds and five slaves. Every time he hurt his rivals, his farming became sustainable, something worth doing, something worth living for.
The message of madness had been burned into his brain. Hardship requires sacrifice. Hardship leads to acceptance.

Suyr could not hate the guards. He had been taught not to, for the guards were the extensions of the king's will, and the king was the extension of the goddess' will. Or so he had been forced to recite day after day.

He shudda askfer brittew chips.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)19:44 No. 1118028 ID: a6401c
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Then The Goddess Buthys said to Suyr, “You shall work for the rest of your days and reap nothing. And as you work you will feel the weight of the sun.”

And so Suyr’s hair fell. His skin wrinkled and burned. “Let any ilk and brood of Suyr bear the same weight for what he has done,” The Goddess Buthys said before departing.

Dama 2025/11/28(Fri)19:45 No. 1118029 ID: a6401c
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Dama: And the farmer was left alone worse off than before. But every so often he thinks about his opposite, and can bear his punishment a little better.

Dama: But only for a brief moment. He never thought of what he could’ve wished for instead.

Dama: The End.

Dama: I hope you learn something from that. Did you like that story, Sashi?

If I can make a wish, I’d wish my new brother or sister would be born tonight

(Tempting fate)

but what about his kiss????????

Yah, he was dumb and shoulda asked for a kiss so he got punished

Sashi: Did Buthys get angry at Amete? Because I think Amete could have just said no to a farmer instead of ripping some other farmer's eyes out. Wasn't it partly Amete's fault for giving the farmer the choice in the first place?

>>1118029
He shoulda wished to have a better farm than his rival! (and the dryad would have to figure out that logical paradox)

Kill god before she can punish us for our sins... got it.

>>1118029
Now would be the logical time to start crying.
Burble something about not wanting to be bald.

Why'd he stay a farmaa if he gaht cuhs-ed?

>>1118029

This is how you mentally scar the child.

Dama 2025/11/29(Sat)17:22 No. 1118121 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: N-no kiss?

Dama: No kiss. He was a bad man.

Sashi: No kiss from his mam?

Dama: Maybe...

Sashi: What happen to deh, uhm, de uh… the pretty princess? She grounded?

Dama: Amete? I don’t think she was punished. Maybe she couldn’t refuse the wish. The goddesses are mysterious and have different rules than mortals.

Sashi: So is he bald forever? Like uhm... is that why uh, erm, is that Vako’s grandpa?

Dama: It’s a story written long ago. Some versions of the Dagan Hums say he’s the first bald chupian. Of course, it’s not where equatorian chupians really originate--uh--come from.

Dama: I believe your maternal third great grandfather was one, as was your mother’s great grand uncle.

A bell rings from the kitchen.

Dama: Sounds like it’s time to eat. Wash your hands now.

Sashi: ♪ Washin’ haaaands, washin’ mah haaaaands. Loo loo loo loo washin’ the---duh haaaaands ♫

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/29(Sat)17:23 No. 1118122 ID: a6401c
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The Yamelle-Damas sit around the table. The aroma of cooked brontoroc fills the air. Dama helps Sashi onto her booster seat. Bite-size chunks of meat and sliced steamed roots are already on her plate. Deemus gets his bib and high chair. He’ll be having some mashed beets. Ma eases into her creaky seat.

Yamelle: There we go. Whew! I’ve been standing and walking all day!

Dama: I wish you’d stay in the house a little while--just until the baby comes. I’d be more than content to do the errands.

Yamelle: I’ve told ya I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, hunny.

Da grumblesighs. He chews on some brontoroc.

What do they discuss at the dinner table?
→ Literally any topic, I guess.
→ Juicy gossip perhaps
→ Tonight's town meeting

Yamelle should tell Dama about her suspicions the meeting hides a surprise

>>1118122
Share the day.
Da talks about the kids focusing on the good parts and maybe some of the hijinks in the bath house earlier.
Ma talks of the town meeting while wondering if she should share her suspicions about her two pals curious behaviour.

Ask Ma what she would make a wish for from Amete?

>>1118139
This

>>1118140
Seconded.
Its a very nice idea.

If his farm, with which he could barely sustain himself, is cursed to yield nothing, it doesn't sound like "the rest of his days" would be long... or that he could even have a descendance.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/30(Sun)22:21 No. 1118196 ID: a6401c
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Sashi: Mahm? smock smak

Yamelle: Yes, dearie? Don’t smack your lips like that and sit up, please.

Sashi: If you had uh had uhm a wish for uhhh princess uhmm and you had to... going to... you... she give it to you uhhh... you can have anything and you wish for... uh... then you turn bald.

Sashi: What would you say?

Yamelle: I wish you’d try a piece of that scrumptious root!

Sashi: Uhhhhhh... No! Something else!

Yamelle: In that case I’ll have to think about it! Just nibble a bit. That one.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/11/30(Sun)22:23 No. 1118197 ID: a6401c
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Dama: Wife. While you were out I let one of the babysitters know when we leave for the meeting.

Yamelle: Hmm.

Dama: Unless... we decide not to go.

Yamelle: I’m still not sure what the fuss is. Aaji and Soie say it’s just about fences. Sashi, sit your butt down. But the way they were acting seemed odd.

Dama: Doesn’t sound that way with Doedi.

Yamelle: Perhaps it’s a surprise! But I wonder what for.

Dama: Do they know they’re a little late for our birthdays?

Yamelle: Can’t be the anniversary of our marriage. Or the grand opening.

Dama: Maybe it’s not about us. Sashi. Don’t do that.

Yamelle: Then why the secrecy?

Dama: I don’t know. When did we move in?

Yamelle: About eight years. I remember it was a winter! So it couldn’t be that.

Dama: May as well be an award. Ah well--no use speculating.

What do the Yamelle-Damas decide about the meeting?
→ and perhaps move onto another topic

might as well see what the meeting is about

Nah. You can afford to ignore some meeting about the exact measurements of picket fences.

Probably best to go to see what the fuss is about. Dama has huge sway in his opinion after all, might be best for him to be there.

They should go but, take their time getting there. Enjoy the walk, enough to arrive just a bit late. Just to tease whoever's running this for being sneaky

Let's go!

But not alone. Let's meet up with some friends who are also going and comingle on our way there!

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/04(Thu)22:26 No. 1118488 ID: a6401c
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Ma hums. All is quiet but the wind brushing against the old bathhouse and the clock ticking on the wall.

Yamelle: I suppose we should just go anyway when it’s time. There’s probably something you can sway if the neighborhood is planning something big. I’ll look after the younglings before then.

Yamelle: The workers should be coming in any minute. They can make do without us for an hour, too.

Dama: I’ll tell them about holding the fort.

--

With dinner over, the shop reopens and clients walk in. Dama showers up early. It takes him a moment to realize his regular boyos were absent; thine chupian ears are unyapped of inconvenient marriage stories. He murmurs and resumes his hygienic duties.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/04(Thu)22:26 No. 1118489 ID: a6401c
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Da and Ma gussy up after a couple hours. Nothing too special, it’s just a town meeting after all. They exit their shop and reach the town square--the intersection before turning uphill towards the temple.

Dama: Let’s not rush--for the baby. Also to enjoy the walk. And if we’re late... who cares.

Yamelle: Ya know, I rarely take time to appreciate the town! I’m always taking quick trips back and forth shopping like it’s going out of style. For once I can admire how nice this village is.

>Let’s meet up with some friends who are also going
Yamelle: You wouldn’t happen to have seen any of our friends, would you?

Dama: Hmm. No I have not--now that you mention it. The usuals haven’t come in this evening. Barlou and Yefan typically would, but I showered alone.

Yamelle: They must be with their families.

A while later on their leisurely stroll.

Dama: Hmm.

Yamelle: What is it?

Dama: Town’s a bit quiet.

Yamelle: Yeah! Eerie, isn’t it? Well that’s because they’re all at the Temple, silly!

Dama: Right. Of course.

There’s a slight sinking feeling in Wife’s chest.

Yamelle: Maybe... maybe we should pick up the pace a little bit. I-I wouldn’t want them to think something’s happened to us if we take too long to get there.

>>1118489
What's with that long shadow?

Use moment of quiet to kiss wife.

>>1118489
It is eerily quiet.
Are the shops that should be open at this time still busy or have they closed up?

Maybe saunter with a little more purpose, but not too quickly.
Not just for the baby.
Ma and da get precious little time to themselves and a period where there'll be less is coming.
Let da and ma hold hands and walk together.
A "just them" moment of closeness.

Oh...

No....

Ma, Da, go near the most respectable-looking person you can see in the sidewalk.

Stay in the light.

Watch your footing so you don't fall down.

And above all.

Far above all.

Protect the baby.

I think that strange fellow Doedi mentioned earlier is tailing the two of you. Best pick up the pace or get by someone else.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)12:40 No. 1119188 ID: 54055d
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>Are the shops that should be open at this time still busy?
Hmm, it looks like half of these shops have closed early. Then again it’s after supper--and it’s probably due to the lack of customers by this hour.

>What’s with that long shadow?
>I think that strange fellow Doedi mentioned earlier is tailing the two of you.
Da leans in for a kiss but Ma spins to look behind her.

Dama: Hon?

Yamelle: Do you see that? I think something’s up there.

There is a long shadow looming after them. When they look for its source the sunlight blares into their eyes.

Dama: Barely. Maybe someone’s repairing the roof. Or it could be an ornament.

Yamelle: No look! They’re moving, see? I wonder if they’re watching us. What if it’s like that story Doedi told you? It could be an omen!

Dama: Hrmmgh, now that’s just ridiculous. Don’t pay any attention to that nonsense.

Dama: Let’s keep going.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)12:41 No. 1119189 ID: 54055d
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They saunter with a bit more purpose. Ma and Da hold hands and drink in the tranquility of the village. The impromptu decision to move out of the city and into the mountainside was perhaps the best decision they’ve made together.

The temple is the largest building in town. There’s always a preacher present and anyone can visit for a prayer to the pantheon of chupian goddesses. As expected, sermons are held every week and so are most community events: weddings, graduation, auctions, all that stuff.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)12:42 No. 1119190 ID: 54055d
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Da and Ma enter. The vestibule is vacant and the air is still. Dama swivels his head around.

Dama: It’s pretty dim inside. You could stub a toe if you’re not careful.

Yamelle: Did we come in through the wrong entrance? Oh, I hope we didn’t miss it already!

Dama: I’m not hearing anything. I guess I’ll keep an ear out for the town crier tomorrow.

Yamelle: I guess we can pray while we’re here.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)12:47 No. 1119191 ID: 54055d
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CLICK

SURPRIIIISE!

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)12:49 No. 1119192 ID: 54055d
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A group of familiar faces clap their hands. There’s over a dozen present! Decorations are strewn about and plenty of food on the concession table.

At first glance are Doedi, Maltar, Aaji and Soie, priest Zimir and Sister Nor, Yamelle’s book-reading group Avyn, Tova, Yenn, and Riniir, and Dama’s drinking buddies Barlou, Yefan, Zawyn, Aaldir and Emzod!

The lamplighter is first to speak.

Doedi: Well finally! We were beginning to think you weren’t coming.

Aaji: I was about to suggest we march straight to your door and wheel you over!

Doedi: But it’s good you’re here--it’s time to celebrate with what you guys do best. A shower!

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)12:51 No. 1119193 ID: 54055d
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Yamelle: O-oh! A baby shower. What a... surprise for sure!

Tova: Well you skipped the last two! You weren’t going to slip by without a proper welcome to your third now, were ya?

Yamelle: Well I suppose that’s... fair!

Dama: Hrmmgh...

Aaji: We haven’t forgotten about you, champ. All your drinking buddies are here! They brought plumwine and beetshine donated from Daringh's for just the occasion.

Aaji: But nooone for your wife I’m afraid! Now go play with your friends.

How does the party get started?

party starts with plenty of drinks and music (karaoke!!) with Da. And whatever we do, we gotta at one point suplex charlie brown there. Something about him pisses you off for some reason, yet you don't remember why. Gotta get drunk for that first!

meanwhile, Ma has a lot of gifts to open, because a lot of the babby shower gifts are also gifts from the previous two they skipped out on. They've just been keeping them this whole time. plenty of gossip here and there too.

>>1119193
Ma suddenly craves cake.
The sugar... calls to her.
If she can, she shouldntry to get a finger to the icing.
... for some reason a pickle would also fulfil the craving.
Both together would be sublime.

Da cant very well tell his children to eat their beets if he wont drink his beetshine like a good boy.
He must drink.

Yamelle 2025/12/20(Sat)14:03 No. 1119259 ID: 54055d
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The girls take Yamelle by the arm and scoot her away from her husband before another word escapes her snout. Dama hums and somewhat reluctantly joins his boys.

Wife is brought to the snack bar where her friends congregate. There’s a big ol’ cake on the table and a massive pile of gifts stacked beside it.

Yamelle: Oh my, that’s sure a lot! Y-You didn’t need to--

Yenn: Ah, most of these were from the last two you skimped out on. So you better open the oldest ones first!

Yamelle: I-In a moment! I’m just, you know--a bit tired from the walk!

Tova: Here--try one of Avyn’s sorbet crackerdoughs!

Riniir: Not so fast! I’m dying to know what you think of my chortle-nibblers. I switched up the recipe. Can you tell what I changed?

Yenn: Before you open any of those gifts I need you to have some of my orange spackle-chunks.

Yamelle: PERHAPS one of you could give me a... slice of cake?

Dama 2025/12/20(Sat)14:05 No. 1119260 ID: 54055d
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Aaldir: --so anyways she was ridin’ up my ass about separating the white blankets from the colors and I’m like... “Can’t you see I’m busy, WOMAN?”

“HAW HAW har har hurhurhurg...”

Yefan: --And then she suggested her sister move in for a while and I say “Over my DEAD KIESTER!”

“WHAAAR HAR HAW HAW HEW...”

Dama: Hrrrrrrrmngh...

How much will Dama drink per update?
→ Sparkling Yam Milk Normie: 0 bottles
→ Snowpoppy Mead Fan: half-bottle
→ Plumwine Enjoyer: 1 bottle
→ Beetshine Connoisseur: 2 bottles

Snowpoppy mead, for now. The night is still young.

Mead
Y'know maybe Dama should be at the snack table too. can't drink on an empty stomach after all.

And he could get Yamelle cake

Da is developing a resting " i am surrounded by imbeciles" expression.
I mean, sure, hus friends are helping with that but, i wouldnt like to see it get stuck that way
But, does it reach all the way down to the core?
Is he a fun drunk, messy drunk or even more dour?
Thinking on it, the only way to truly pay back friends who have gone to an effort for you is to show them your joy.
A drink of each then!

Set Dama's drinking level to Snowpoppy Mead Fan. It's a celebration for sure, but one not to get so drunk it's forgotten in the morning.

Snowpoppy for now. If things get more annoying, just drink stronger stuff to make it through the night.

You know i just realized, are ma and da the only one with paint markings on their faces?

>>1119281
daughter probably likes to paint their faces

Dama 2025/12/23(Tue)20:15 No. 1119363 ID: 54055d
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>And he could get Yamelle cake
He gets a piece of that cake every day, hur hur.

>Snowpoppy Mead
Husband doesn’t want to jump the gun--he’s concerned whether his wife will need his support. He pops the cap for some snowpoppy mead. It seems them boys can recognize the fizzle of a beer tab.

Aaldir: Whoa-hoah-hoah! Looky here, boys! Dama’s watching his in-take! Need a lil’ sippy-cup for that?

“HURR HURR HRAH HAWH HUH...”

Dama ignores and drinks halfway through the can. Preacher Zimir steps in to speak with the expecting father.

Zimir: Mr. Dama. A word.

Zimir: Just so we can get this out of the way--I’d rather have a head start on your baby’s certificate. What was the agreed name you’ve chosen for him again? Anjan? Benjen?

Da rubs the back of his neck.

Dama: We don’t... have a name.

Zimir: No name?! Why, how strange to have that slip under for so long. Surely you came up with some idea. Something you two floated around?

Dama: It didn’t slip.

Zimir: Didn’t slip?! What could you possibly mean by that?

Dama: We’ve only named our children after birth. It’s, uh, it’s less stressful for my wife is all.

Zimir: Well I suppose if you’re considering names at the last minute I wouldn’t mind throwing my own in the ring. Zimir is a respected name descended from regal men. I’d be honored if you choose that. You said it was a boy, yes?

Dama: We don’t know yet either.

Aaldir: Ap-whuh-ktchgh-what?! You don’t know if it has a wiener or vagiener?!

Zimir smacks the fella upside the head.

Zimir: Don’t say it like that! This is a sacred temple.

Aaldir: But isn’t the shrine for the goddess of swearing right fucking there?!

Zimir: That’s the goddess of language and the written word, you buffoon!

Aaldir: That’s what I just said!

Yamelle 2025/12/23(Tue)20:22 No. 1119364 ID: 54055d
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Aaji: No name or sex of the baby?!

Yamelle: Oh, y-you know. What’s the rush, r-right?

Aaji: You waited long enough! That baby’s about to move out any day now.

Tova: I hope it’s another sweet girl like your Sashi.

Yenn: You know what? You should name her Magra, after the protagonist from our current book-reading: The Glass Pillow. It’s headstrong and projects independence.

Tova: No, no. Keep it simple, darling! Something like Farah. I always liked Farah. Like that... what was that short story?

“Tammei is also cute.”

“How about Yaara?”

“Yaara is too popular. There are enough Yaaras in this village.”

“Gamby!” “Sonjor!” “Njar!” “Oooh don’t be bringing in those colonist names now.” “I still think Farah is nice.” “Anthne!” “That’s an eigo name, is it not?” “How about Nadione?” "Korra!" "Ooooh sorry. Cassan just named her daughter Korra." "Probably why I was thinking of it at the time."

Yamelle: Well... yeah. That’s... those are names.

Ma takes a bite of her cake.

sheesh, what a fun time this is shaping up to be. if that cake isn't at least good throw a fit.

you could try to organize a party game, for the prize of which baby name you will "strongly consider"

>>1119363
Oh no.
Theyre delightful idiots.
I see why da likes them.
Hm.
Propose a drinking competition under the eyes of many deities. He who wins shall have their suggestion shall be presented unto ma and seriously considered.
Note: do not state if it is most drunk, most sober or speed. Just incase some one with an iron liver and bottomless gullet picks a stinker of a name.
Honour the gods with your joy.

>>1119364
That cake could really do with a pickle.
But, theres proper names and nicknames.
Every baby is given one as a gift and earns the other. Talk to them about the pet names your others earned. Sashis smacking lips habit had to have earned her a nickname even if shes outgrown it now.

You should pick Njar just for added confusion in the future.

Be the conversation master you are and switch topics! How about naming what's in this cake, it's really good!