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In a bar where a certain Cardinal had a helluva fun time with her sisters and the Commander, another family was beginning their drinking night. After a hard day's work, the Hipper family all came together to have a nice time — something that they haven’t had in a week. With a clink of their glasses, they all downed them and talked amongst each other.
“I was thinking about taking the Commander to the Melting Pot,” Blücher commented.
Prinz Eugen, with her miniature counterpart sitting on her lap, told her straightly, “You don’t actually go to the Melting Pot — that place is fucking disgusting.”
“I’ve been to the Melting Pot a multitude of times, and I’m honestly upset that you don’t think that I am cultured enough to go—”
“It’s like a cheese bath!” the Teaser cut her off. “They just bring you random shit to dip in cheese for like four hours. Who would ever love that, but old white people?”
“You can stab shrimp! You get to cook it yourself!” the love-dovey Hipper countered.
“What is the Melting Pot?” Mainz asked, never hearing of the place before.
“Okay, the Melting Pot is a restaurant where you go, and they just recycle the same cheese in like a fondue fountain. And you just stick all kindsa shit in the cheese and you eat it. And it’s disgusting,” Eugen elaborated.
“That sounds terrible…” Admiral Hipper commented, having her but never gone.
“That sound actually fucking horrible,” Tallinn agreed with the eldest, in a similar position with Hipper.
“That is slander and lies…” Blücher started to clarify. ”They do not reuse the cheese. There is not a fountain. There is a pot of cubed cheese.”
“Please eat all of these random items that we found around the yard in this cauldron of cheese ,” Eugen portrayed what her experience that one time she went.
A few more drinks later…
“It’s definitely more of a romantic restaurant than a family restaurant…” Blücher picked up the Melting Pot topic.
“IT’S A FUCKING POT OF CHEESE!!!” Hipper shouted out, seeing the simplicity of what the restaurant is. This outburst caused Both Eugens to burst into laughter at how ridiculous the situation has become.
“It’s not like—”
“THERE’S NO BITCH OUT THERE—” Tallinn joined in, with Mainz trying to settle her half-sisters down.
“But there’s nice meats! It’s not just cheese!”
“THAT I’M TAKING TO THE MELTING POT!!”
“It’s not just cheese! There’s a main course of various exotic meats, bro! Okay?!”
“WHAT DO I DO WITH THE MEAT?!?!”
“I love my sisters…” Weser calmly stated, being heard by none amongst the shouting happening.