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[untiltheyarent]

[Verbal correspondence and scenes only! Ya girl can't read.]

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[wythersake]

Of course, I regret I'd not looked in sooner.

[ everyones been busy, but this is ostensibly his job. one of his jobs. ]

Do you think it up for a long walk?

[untiltheyarent]

Did you have a destination in mind, Messere?

[wythersake]

Well, I thought to myself: Maker, I'd like to take someone dancing. And then I thought, isn't that dreadfully presumptuous to put on a stranger? Yet somehow worse for a friend - they might acquire entirely the wrong idea. So neither will do, and an enemy's right out, for we've simply too few to make it work. And by then I'd nearly walked into a wall, so I decided that dancing was a lost cause regardless.

[ a breath: ]

But the wall had a poster on it for some sort of show, and I've had no company of the theatre since Miss Fitcher took her leave.

[ in his absence, under circumstances he’s pieced together only through unhappy record ]

Would you like to come?

[untiltheyarent]

[There's a long pause, as if she's considering, taking in his words: when she finally answers, it seems far more likely that Fifi is simply shocked.]

I would love to.

[her voice is low and gravelly. fuck yeah dude are you kidding]

[wythersake]

Splendid.

[ let’s not look – whatever’s going on over there, emotionally - in the eye ]

It’s a Marcher production, so we’ll need to get someone to explain what’s going on. It’s some sort of - mn, play about prairie disasters. I believe they call it Spinners.

[untiltheyarent]

[a gasp,]

Spinners!

Magnifique. One of my-- I know someone in the dancing corps. I hear it is,

[another loaded pause,]

very artistic.

[wythersake]

We could do for a bit of art in times like these.

[ he will come to regret this the first time a bucket of water is dumped on him – ]

Would it be appropriate to congratulate your friend? We've flowers enough here that no one would miss a handful.

[untiltheyarent]

We certainly could. And--

[a pause, as she considers the question,]

--it could be a nice gesture, certainly. From Riftwatch's gardens?

[a smirk,]

Or will we pilfer some from a little old lady's window box?

[wythersake]

Mademoiselle, I'm shocked at you, [ a beat: ] There's a little old man on Fishbone with fine selection.

[untiltheyarent]

You leave old Messere Dalton alone, that crystal grace is for his late wife.

[wythersake]

Ah, so she won't miss it.

[untiltheyarent]

You may take your chances with a vengeful ghost, but leave me out of it.
I'll pick a few flowers from the Chantry garden. Wasn't that why it was put there?

[wythersake]

For the vengeful ghosts? More or less.