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 2025/12/24(Wed)04:15 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 2025/12/24(Wed)04:22 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!

Yamelle 2026/01/09(Fri)23:39 No. 1119865 ID: 54055d
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>If that cake isn’t at least good throw a fit.
>Be the conversation master you are and switch topics! How about naming what’s in this cake
Yamelle: I’m sure I’ll think of something when the moment comes! Perhaps we could... you know... talk about something else?

Yamelle: I mean, this cake! It’s uh… it’s--

Yamelle: What’s in it?

Soie: Well looks like someone finally noticed the yellow pond custard I slaved over!

Aaji: I saw you mix it, Soie. You basically just add water!

Soie: Other things too! It takes an hour to whip it!

Riniir: Oh! I just remembered something! You know--there has been an extensive study that if you conceived a child while on your stomach, then it’s likely to be a boy! But on your back, it’s likely to be a girl!

Riniir: I think I can recall conceiving Leiko that way!

Aaji: Do you remember the position you were in, Yamelle?

Yamelle: O-oh my... I don’t know if I... well... golly!

Aaji: Come ooooooon. Just between us girls~ Right?

Avyn: Hey Riniir! My husband’s been getting short of breath lately; he’s wanting to be on his back. Is there a difference between facing or looking away when riding?

Yamelle: Oh goddesses...

Dama 2026/01/09(Fri)23:40 No. 1119866 ID: 54055d
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The boys have migrated further from the main chamber. Most of them start their second bottle o’ booze.

Barlou: Hey, congrats Dama. So--this is gonna be kid number three, huh? I can’t imagine having all them rascals crawl over me. My son was enough for my wife and I. Can’t wait for him to be outta the house and not my problem no more! Heh hyeh.

Barlou: No sane man would ask for more than that, ya get me?

The father of the hour finishes his first can of mead.

Dama: Mm. We’ll have to see. Yamelle and I only tried for Sashi. The others were just... happenstance.

Barlou: You mean an accident! Hur hur. Knowing how much you like to brag I wouldn’t be surprised if this village flooded with lil’ bastards of yours! Haw haw haw!

The other guys chuckle and nudge one another at his comment
• Ignore the comment
→ Stay silent
→ Think of a different topic
• Quip and insult the man
• Lecture him, sternly

say you're already excited for trying for a fourth and a fifth. maybe you'll name on of them after Barlou! the rude one

>>1119866
Quip and insult the man.

I think that's what he's aiming for as a reaction? No need to spoil the mood yet.

Yamelle: I think my position was on my side… what would that mean?

Its true, you have a lot to brag about. needle him back

>>1119866
He did just imply your infidelity... and that demands response. unless im missing a cultural norm here and the folk of du-gar are more liberated in mating practices.
Hm.
Either we imply his single son was due to him planting seed from an empty pouch.
Or
That one of your hypothetical bastards could be his son as the lad is far too handsome to have been emitted from an arse faced old sot like him.
Or both.

Dish it back out on him.

Dama 2026/01/22(Thu)03:25 No. 1120321 ID: 54055d
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>Quip and insult
>Needle him back
>Dish it out
This demands immediate response. Dama cracks open a new bottle and calmly sips.

Dama: Perhaps, uh, all your wives would desire more children if you did your side of the heavy lifting.

The boys grunt and rabble.

Barlou: Hey now! I make the money--that’s already more than enough heavy lifting as I work my fingers mining for sudstone bricks.

Barlou: Can’t blame a man who returns home wantin’ nothing but to nap on the couch without a little demon screaming for brittle chips.

Barlou: Aint that right boys?!

Dama: Hrmmgh.

Emzod: Hey, Doedi! You aint never had kids, right? I’ve been trying to have some alone-time with Sistreka. You don’t mind being a dad for a month, right?

Doedi: Feh! Your kid would have never have been so lucky getting away from you!

WAW HAW HWAR HAW!

Yamelle 2026/01/22(Thu)03:28 No. 1120323 ID: 54055d
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Amidst the chatter, Aaji taps a small brass gong. The boys from the other room cease their talking and reenter with booze still in their hands.

Aaji: Alright boys and girls--it’s time to open the presents!

Yamelle: Oh, dear.

Aaji: C’mon, momma. Start opening those gifts! You too, Dama. Start with this pile over here!

There’s a plethora of presents spread across the main table... in fact it’s hard to find the table underneath them all. It’s like the whole village pitched in! Actually, it’s absolutely that.

What marvelous gifts could they beeee? So suggest one for the expecting mother. Or something else to happen during the shower.

A horn. Useful for calling your kids in from playing in the field, and being louder than them too!

Socks. Socks inside socks inside socks. A supply for all the way from infancy to teenagery.

A showerhead. Someone got the wrong idea what kind of shower this is.

a set of holiday-themed bibs

>>1120339

And matching sweaters for Da and Ma to go with them.

Someone boxed up a bunch of delicious sweets for the expecting mother to eat! They're still good to eat since they were made earlier today.

A book full of homemade recipes to satisfy pregnancy cravings.

>>1120323
A hatchet toy or real

A diaper 3D printer, to mass produce diapers.
And lots of johnson and johnson full-body shampoo.

Also, how did Barlou know about your kid crying about brittle chips? He's a spy! Kill him!

Someone decided to give ear protection or whatever version matches the local physiology as a gag gift.

Music CDs of various Chupian sing a longs.

Yamelle-Dama 2026/03/17(Tue)04:02 No. 1123532 ID: 54055d
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The expecting mother carefully rips open the wrappings. The moment wades in unsettling silence as the audience waits for her reaction. The unboxing echoes throughout the spacious chambers.

Yamelle: Oh! Socks!

Yamelle: Lots of socks.

Sister Nor: Triple-weaved from the fur of the delgrossian yak. I stockpiled enough to last throughout your baby’s life from infancy to adulthood!

Yamelle: Why, that’s very helpful! Thank you!

Yamelle: And this, uh...

Sister Nor: Ear protectors! They’re like socks but for ears!

Yamelle: Right!

Yamelle: Aaaand are these--wait--

Maltar: Hapcha’s Full-body Shampoo! A dollop can produce enough suds to fill a water tank!

Yamelle: Dama, don’t we sell these at the bath shop?

Dama: Just... smile for him.

Maltar: I knew you’d like it. It’s truffle-scented, too!

“I found a discounted book called The Karma Sutra of Cuddling!”

“Open this one next!”

“I got your husband a fat-suit so he may share the burden of carrying a child next time.”

“Here’s one of those horns to call your children inside when it’s dark out!”

“My neighbor brought you bellyphones and mixtapes of ambient oceanic noises of Pan’jii. You see, they’re like headphones but stretch out around your stomach so the baby can hear! I heard it could speed up their intelligence.”

“I found this three-CD set of NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MANUMANUNS DAY. I’m sure your children will absolutely love singing it come the holidays.”

“Ooo! Open that one, Yam!”

Dama 2026/03/17(Tue)04:02 No. 1123533 ID: 54055d
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Da is building up a buzz but it’s manageable. He’s trying to corral the gifts for later shipping to his bathhouse.

Zawyn: Why don’t you try on the fat suit for us, huh?

HAW HAW HWA HRAH!

Dama: Mm. Pass.

In true awkward fashion to begin a departure, Dama slaps his knees and searches for the time.

Dama: Welp. I ought to see when my wife will be ready to go. We should think about closing the bathhouse soon.

He sets his empty bottle down and searches for his wife.

Dama: Uh, Yamelle? We ought to relieve the babysitter. You know how Del is when we’re not the ones tucking him in.

Dama: Dear?

Dama 2026/03/17(Tue)04:03 No. 1123534 ID: 54055d
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Hrmm. She’s surrounded by too many people chattering her ears off--and Dama’s not one to raise his voice (he aint drunk enough). What a dilemma. He’s been wary of how... overstimulated she’s been throughout the party.

The sight of her shrinking from too much attention hurts thine heart.

How best to take their leave?

>>1123534
Elbow in there and guide her to safety!

>>1123534
Theres only one way.
Put on the fat suit.
Folks erill let her through so she can see and they might even think youre drumker than you are and let her leave.

put your arms around her and rest your head on hers

Call for a toast, then quickly flee while everyone's drinking.

>>1123536
This! Fat suit! Fat suit! Although if that takes too long, you could just announce that you'll don the fat suit all the way home to get their attention off of her. While also totally naked.

You know, in preparation to put on the fat suit.

Just walk over, pick her up bridal style, excuse yourself and carry her out

>>1123541
This! Lift her off her feet!

>>1123541
>>1123545
I don't know about that. The last thing we need is Dama throwing out his back and dropping Yamelle on the floor!

Can we do something that doesn't involve potential injuries?

>>1123550
Dama isn't that old! ………I think?

Dama 2026/03/20(Fri)05:54 No. 1123626 ID: 54055d
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Dama: Well gee, look how late it is. Now if you’ll excuse us...

He elbows between guests and shimmies through to guide Yamelle to safety.

He scoops up his wife, bridal style; the crowd gasps. He underestimates her weight at first, but manages to keep his legs moving. Yamelle hasn’t been swept off her feet like this since...

...well, maybe not that long ago if we’re being honest.

Age has yet to catch up--and Dama is active enough to manage for just a little while. He awkwardly shuffles to the exit. Dama was never good at long goodbyes anyway.

Dama: I’ll, uh, come by to gather our gifts later. Thank you for the celebration.

Dama: I will keep your names in mind.

Yamelle: Guess this is goodbye, folks! See you all in the buff tomorrow!

The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as they quickly depart. The temple doors close with a KA-CHUNK before anyone has a proper reaction to stop them.

Yamelle-Dama 2026/03/20(Fri)05:58 No. 1123627 ID: 54055d
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The streets are much quieter now. Dusk fades into a night full of stars as our couple returns home.

The bathhouse business slows down as the last push of customers dry off and leave. While the place is open until midnight, sections are beginning to close off and the largest pool will begin draining for some scrubbing.

Yamelle: Good grief, evening is already over.

Yamelle: You don’t think we were a tad rude leaving so abruptly like that, do you?

Dama: I think you were ready to go. I had almost forgotten uh...

Dama: ...how much attention can be overwhelming...

Dama: ...for us.

Dama: We can always tell our friends there was an emergency back home.

Yamelle: I suppose you’re right. I just need my mind onto other things now.

Yamelle: In fact, after closing I think I’ll take a long hot bath.

What does the Yamelle-Dama family do in the hours before closing time?

Yamelle starts showing signs of labor! Looks like Dama has to continue carrying her again to the hospital.

Eh... what things need to be done around this time of day?
I guess you could make sure everything's in order, get a head start on closing duties.

the usual tidying up

Sashi: Wake up demanding brittle chips.
Da: Crack open another cold one and converse with your employees a bit while scrubbing out the pool.
Ma: Pop in one your music CDs you got. Listen to some music while you collect some lingering bath towels and get them in the wash.

Yeah, tidying up and stuff! Don't forget to thank the babysitter!