It makes me ever so happy when I’m invited to conventions, because I am but a cleaning lady who only works for three hours a day so I don’t have the money for fancy things like “fun” and therefore I can only effort the trip to the conventions but not the tickets to get in. The extra money I earn from my comics are used on bills. Well, that’s not entirely true. A few days ago I went wild and bought a new bed sheet. I am a shame to my Jewish and Jutland heritage!
So all I said when asked me if I wanted to come to Okashiicon was, “Yes. I would like that very much” but I actually wanted to say what I said in the first panel. I’m just not very good at expressing my emotions.
But my attempts at convincing Captain Imaginary that is my personal assistant and should therefore be allowed in for free as well were not overly successful...