Muffet nodded, folding her hands on the table in front of her. All for two, which she folded on her lap instead. She had to remind herself that just because someone says they ‘fought creatures’ does not necessarily mean they fought monsters. Not the same kind of monsters as the kind she knew, anyway. Even after all this time in the city, and all the different things she’s heard of people doing in their past lives, she still was maybe a bit too hasty to get defensive about that.
She’s working on it, slowly but surely.
Muffet didn’t remind the rambling, not at all. She much preferred someone to ramble than to let the conversation die out completely. She smiled and waved the apology aside.
“No need to apologize, dear. I did live Underground, yes. Along with everyone else in my kingdom. It wasn’t that bad, actually,” at least, not to her personally—as a spider, she’s likely to be more acclimated to dark, damp, underground places, “but it did lack weather. For the most part.”
Was she enjoying it? She didn’t have too strong an opinion on the weather one way or another. But it was getting colder, and soon, that would be a negative. “For now, it’s pleasant. But spiders don’t do so well in the cold, you understand, so when the cold really starts to set in… well, we’ll see, won’t we? Ahuhu~”
She sat up a bit straighter on the bench, feeling more comfortable and at ease. “And, forgive me for not starting with this, but I’m Muffet. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Hawke~. Always a joy to meet someone new; you never quite know what you’re going to get, so to speak, isn’t that right?”
The idea of an underground home that wasn’t awful piques the Warden’s interest; even the dwarves of Orzammar complained about the constant threat of the Darkspawn hordes, and anyone who remembered a pleasant life below the earth in Thedas seemed to be long dead. With curiosity evident in her voice, Bethany asks: “What was your home like? Being underground...it was dangerous where I’m from.” She’d spent countless nights looking at the ruins of the dwarven kingdom and wondering what it must have been like in better days.
Chuckling softly at the mention of colder weather, Bethany replies: “I’ve never spent a winter here before, but if it’s anything like the ones I grew up in, I’d suggest lots of sweaters. The cold has a way of biting through clothing, I’m afraid. I hope it won’t be too uncomfortable an experience for you.” She leaves the fact that no one can truly die here, even of cold, unsaid between them.
“Muffet,” she parrots before smiling. “That’s a lovely name. And that’s certainly the truth!” Bethany laughs and returns to poking through her salad. “I thought my world was full of colorful characters, but I’ve seen so many more here. I enjoy hearing everyone’s stories about their homes and cultures, though.”
