Dec 4, 2013
Do you by chance sell diabolical cheese? Melancholy cheese is just so passé.
"I sell all kinds."
Do you by chance sell diabolical cheese? Melancholy cheese is just so passé.
"I sell all kinds."
Do you talk in your sleep? Could I hold Bianca?
1) Maker I hope not!! I've got way too many secrets rolling around in my head to trust myself when I'm awake, let alone asleep!!!
2) Why detective!! I had no idea you felt that way about me! But don't you think we should at least do dinner before you ask to hold my weapon?
If I managed to get you an internship, would you really turn it down? If you ever got into serious trouble, would you call me?
1) Once I've done everything I need to with the Gem and gotten things squared away with the sperm-donor? I can't honestly say. I don't know where my head will be after that. Before then, I'd turn it down.
2) Yes. I've wanted to call you plenty of times but I don't like to rely on other people. Sometimes I've wanted to call just to chat or hang out, but I don't trust enough to go there. But if it was bad enough, yes, you're the first person I'd call.
Mun & Muse: If you had the night to spend with any one of my muses, who would it be, what would you do, and why?
Surprisingly, I think I would spend the night with Neria. She reminds me a little of myself. I like to bake and make tea, bundle herbs, handle my finances, probably even garden. I guess we'd have a boring night unless she could show me some magic, but I wouldn't mind. Maybe we'd watch a movie and just talk. Dinner, baked goods, spiced tea, fun.. sounds like a good night to me.
So, you'd go with the least exciting one of her muses?
That's not nice. Neria just seems the easiest to match my personality. I think Ryleigh would interrogate me, Meredith would walk all over me, and Carver would well... we might play chess or Duke and I'd give him a run for his money in any strategy game he'd like to challenge me to. So, I guess he'd be my second. But, I don't think he'd like me very much.
Neria and Carver. Well you only get one, but maybe she'll be nice and allow you both on different nights.
Right, so... what about you then. I chose.
I get to spend the night with Carver all the time, no offense. I'd choose Ryleigh in a heart beat. We'd go out and dance the night away, get drunk, and end up back at her place with pink fuzzy...
Please stop, right there. Don't take that next step. I can already see it...
handcuffs. It would be a night to remember assuming we weren't too drunk. That is my first choice.
My second would be Meredith. I'd like to have a night out with the Knight Commander, assuming she was open for questions and ready to give some information. I'd like to know more about the Templars and their purposes. Learn legal rulings of the chantry and talk shop. I want to be a legal aid or lawyer eventually, so getting some information from a relatively reliable source would be an interesting night for me. Though, I'm not sure I'd be willing to answer her probing questions in return. Thus, it would probably end in an uneventful night.
See... you chose two as well. It doesn't surprise me that you chose the two I didn't.
Nor should it. We're nothing alike.
Nope, not at all.
Black Thumbs and Basil {Sereda and Ryleigh}
“Sodding mud splasher!!”
Sereda glared down at the drooping green tendrils that seemed to be shriveling up before her eyes. It was no good. She just didn’t understand how to make things grow. It wasn’t something you had to worry about much in Orzammar. Stone, metal, gemstones…these she could turn into something beautiful. Before all her time had been consumed by assisting her father in the administration of their city she had spent many of her free hours at her workbench. Even as a girl her tutors had been impressed by her ability to spin the most rigid of materials into something soft and delicate. Jewelry she understood.
Flowers and herbs? She didn’t have the slightest idea where to begin. It wasn’t that Neria hadn’t tried to prepare her, the elf had left a copious amount of detailed instructions, but maybe that was the problem. It was just too much to stuff into her brain. She knew both basil and borage needed partial sun, but basil wanted one more cup of water…or maybe that was the chervil…no it was the chamomile. The chervil hated too much sun and needed a special food mixed into its water. Or was that the salvia? On top of her apparently deadly black thumb she’d spent the entire morning trying to sort out the drying racks only to realize halfway through that she was doing it backwards and had to start over. It was the first time in all her months working in the shop that she felt truly out of her element. It almost felt like the building itself was cranky that Neria had left it in such lackluster hands. At least it gave her a new appreciation for her friend.
“How she manages to keep all this straight in her head I have no idea!”
Sighing in frustration she snapped the instruction book closed and began to plead with the listless plants in front of her.
“Its only been 24 hours.” She said plaintively “I can’t have screwed up this much in just 24 hours. We still have 48 to go! I am absolutely not explaining to Neria why all her plants are dead, so get it together!” Her not so peppy pep talk was interrupted by the chime of the front door.
Eyeing the offending plant she said,
“Look, just try not to do anything drastic while I’m out front alright?” The she hurried through the back room (wasn’t there something she was supposed to do with that last potion too? She’d have to look that that up when she had a moment.), catching sight of herself in the mirror she rolled her eyes. She looked about as frantic as she felt, her face flushed and her hair escaping it’s braid in all directions. Great. Way to be professional Sereda. She griped at herself, stepping through the beaded curtain with a little apologetic wave.
“Sorry for the delay.” She said to the woman standing at the counter. “It’s a bit hectic today. What can I help you with?”
So, off the record, give me a ballpark of how many times you've fooled the beat cops?
Charade considered the question for a moment, tapping her finger to her lips before she grinned and leaned forward, purring, “’Tween you’n me Ryry?” She grinned and lifted her whiskey to her lips again, downing the rest before she whispered, “I never kiss’n’tell…”
Wiggling her brows and setting the glass back down, she turned and said, “C’mon Super-Detective-Guardswoman! Time to dance!” and pulled the older woman toward the floor, already moving.
(Surprise me - you pick!)
ø- a late night text:
Just for my own reference, would ‘hunting with a wolf on the Sundermount’ count as a valid alibi if I were accused of, say, beating up a few poachers last night? Even if they completely had it coming?
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