An Apartment in Baltimore, Friday Afternoon

[chosehumanity]

"No, Mitchell. I have to draw the line somewhere, and this is it! Don't take me wrong, I'm glad you're over for the holidays, it's good to have some company, but, but this--"

"Oh, come on. It's cosy. It's warm. It's Christmas! The more the merrier. Have a bit of spirit, George."

"Have-- Mitchell, these are Americans. You've invited them into our-- my-- this home, they must be going insane looking for where you're keeping the guns to massacre them--"

"It'll be fine. It's just carollers! They're just here to warm up, share a few stories. You should talk to Eve. She collects egg cups."

"I-- Egg cups? Rea-- I mean, no! No, Mitchell! They need... to go. Warm up in their own homes locked... in front of the fireplace, eating hamburgers and watching meta for Charlie Brown like ordinary Americans. That's the normal standard. See this? This is not normal. This is... This is--"

"Yeah. Let me know when you figure it out. Now I'm going to nip down to the shop and get some hot cocoa, d'you need anything--?"

"MITCHELL!"

"Don't forget to open the door if there's more of them!"

"And what if the police shows up?!"

"Bye, George."

[[ mostly establishy, but open if you want to call Mitchell ]]