"Our lives are days of wine and roses... It's just that I'm a nerd and I don't enjoy it as much as hiding away from the noise or festivities, what may you..." The spirit looked up and thought about the last time he attended a banquet. It was the wedding of a very, very...ardent but bitter suitor of his. The man had practically shoved it in his face that he was getting married with some nameless girl and NOT with Malaya. The heck. The scholar wasn't missing anything at all for ignoring him. Damn bastard. He smiled, chuckling softly at the memory. Single blessedness wins.

"Marikit was always the moon to my sun or the sun to my moon if you'll have it. We were practically same of face and blood but we were worlds apart." Malaya swayed his cup left and right, humming to himself and then blinked. "What is...television? Is this like a telescope?"