Um, yeah. This was just me messing around, poking fun at some unnamed people around me. Of course they don't wear kilts, or even have red hair, for that matter-- it's just me being very stereotypical and nasty. If anyone is reading this and is offended, then I am very sorry. I promise you.

MidnightxRed: Yeah, I'm Scottish, too! (At least, I live in Scotland) I don't usually write replies because I'm lazy, but there you go! Random facts that you never knew about me...

Date: 6th November

Character: Emmett/Rosalie

Stimulus Word: Hen.

"Ah dare ye."

"Whit are ye on aboot?!"

"Them, ay? The brawny fella an' his burd."

"Aw, hell naw. Hells naw. Naw them. Naw her! Are ye havin' a giggle?! Huv ye seen the size ae him?!"

"Aye, mate. Git yerself. Fur the bants."

"Are ye jokin'? Them…? Mind ye, they're fit as, likes. Specially the burd, ay?"

"Ken. Go on, then!"

"Whit?! Aw, go an' eff yerself. Or better—do it yerself!"

"Aye, bring it."

"Mon, then!"

The two awfully stereotypical and annoying men who, of course, were wearing kilts and had red hair, made their way over to the couple. Truth be told, they weren't entirely sure what they were doing in Alaska—a country so similar to their own. It wasn't even like these Yanks had the beautiful game… Nice bit of 'Fitbaw' to pass the time might have entertained them more.

"Oryte, hen?"

Also, chatting up Emmett Cullen's wife—even if it was just a dare—was not the brightest idea they'd ever had.

They were on the next plane home, with several black eyes and many bruises to contend with.

It has just occurred to me that not many of you will have lived in Scotland for 7 years, and therefore probably can not make a head or tail of that conversation. Would you like a translation?

"I dare you."

"What are you talking about?!"

"Them, eh? The muscled man and his woman."

"Oh, hell no. Hell no. Not them. Not her! Are you joking? Have you seen the size of him?"

"Yeah, mate. Go on. For a joke."

"Are your joking? Them…? Although, they're pretty hot. Especially the woman, eh?"

"I know. Go on, then!"

"What?! Oh, go and eff yourself. Or better—do it yourself."

"Bring it on."

"Go on, then!"

(Random guff by me.)

"Alright, darling?"

:)