“Mike, in Ordnung.” Her soft voice was accompanied by a small laugh as she gracefully moved through her tent to pull two clean glasses out of her cupboard. Along to the glasses, Elsa grabbed one of the bottles she had hidden in her wardrobe for emergencies and moments like this; unexpected visitors. “Wir trinken guten deutschen Schnaps, Mike.”
“Ich danke Ihnen herzlich.“ He accepted the offered glass with a slight nod and a slighter smile, watching Frau Mars with a curious gaze as she moved about the room. His own clothes were very ill-fitting - torn and tattered and clearly not made for his delicate frame. Never in his life had the boy seen such extravagance as the Fraulein’s abode.
“Ihre Show ist die einzige, die immer noch läuft, gnä’ Frau.” Freakshow performers were a dying breed. Every traveling circus he’d joined had either left for Europe or shut down altogether. It was either Fraulein Elsa Mars’ Cabinet of Curiosities or the Coney Island Sideshow by the Seashore - and out of the two, the Fraulein’s was the only traveling show left.
In truth, he never tasted ‘good German schnapps’, as the Fraulein so eloquently put. Glass held up in one hand, he attempted a better, lesss-nervous smile. “Was sollen wir machen einen trinkspruch für?”
The curiosity in the boy’s eyes let Elsa’s smile only grow. She had always loved visitors, but he was definitely a special guest. None of the ones who came for her before, were able to speak German like he did. And it sounded like music in her ears, hearing words in her mother tongue slipping through her lavish tent.
“ Oh, das ist wahr, Mike. Ich bin froh, dass du uns gefunden hast.” Nodding her curly head slightly, the blonde raised up her glass and gazed at the young gentleman. She was proud to say that her show was the only that was still running, after all. There had been some rough times, but the fact that she could still performe almost every night only showed that it was worth it.
“Auf gute Zeiten und Kriegsende?” Slightly, she raised an eyebrow and lifted her glass a little higher, offering him one of her warmest smiles.
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
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Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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