[Fifi is wearing her Going Out Dress, which is a little less froofy than her Fancy Dress, but a little more interesting than her Work Dress, and those are the three dresses she owns. She seems at home here, coming into the pub and giving the room a once-over as she steps forward with a smile and takes a seat by Bastien. Leaning in, she furrows her brow as she considers his question.]
The stairs here? [she clarifies,] I imagine it'd depend on how old the boat is. It can't go over the side if there's no railing.
[ He gestures in the vague direction of the mansion-crowned cliffs, out there somewhere beyond the door and the wall, reachable for most only by climbing a small mountain’s worth of steps. ]
[ He begins to hold up two fingers, to make the very convincing argument that two ropes could be employed, but thinks better. ]
You will see my point better after a drink.
[ The mark of every good idea is that alcohol makes it sound better and less suicidal.
He’s getting her that drink, anyway, and another for himself, and as he returns with them the singer in the corner misses a note badly enough that he pulls a face—not one the singer can see, though. That would be rude. ]
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Leaning in, she furrows her brow as she considers his question.]
The stairs here? [she clarifies,] I imagine it'd depend on how old the boat is. It can't go over the side if there's no railing.
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[ He gestures in the vague direction of the mansion-crowned cliffs, out there somewhere beyond the door and the wall, reachable for most only by climbing a small mountain’s worth of steps. ]
Enough rope might keep it on track to the bottom.
[ No one should do this. ]
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[She thinks for a moment.]
...no, that would be certain death.
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You will see my point better after a drink.
[ The mark of every good idea is that alcohol makes it sound better and less suicidal.
He’s getting her that drink, anyway, and another for himself, and as he returns with them the singer in the corner misses a note badly enough that he pulls a face—not one the singer can see, though. That would be rude. ]