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[untiltheyarent]

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

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[deserteur]

She can't be working all the time, and some time when she isn't working, and is out somewhere that wouldn't require breaking and entering, Théo drops down to sit beside her with minimal warning. If they are not fully friends, so much as two people who were repeatedly in the same wrong places at the same wrong times, Fifi is still the most familiar face in this damned city, and that's worth half an apple.

—which is to say, he cuts an apple in half and offers her one side.

"The apples were better in Orlais," he says. "I found a worm in one yesterday—I think it was possessed, the worm. Or perhaps a blood mage in disguise." If this weren't already a patently ridiculous statement, his smile and the careless way he crunches into the half he's keeping would hopefully clear up any concern. Before his mouthful of apple is chewed up to the point of being rude, he adds around it, "Chew carefully."

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[untiltheyarent]

She's actually taking a break, just sitting on a stack of crates by the kitchen door and watching the sun set, chin resting on her skinny palms. When Théo arrives, he receives a small, tired smirk of greeting, and Fifi angles her head toward him.

"Well they're magical in Orlais," she replies, "or.... not... possessable, anyway. Life-giving. You know how they say." She gladly takes the side and bites into it, chewing thoughtfully. "If there is a worm, I shall make it sorry it chose this apple."

[deserteur]

"Chewed up and spit out for trying to feed itself," Théo says, pressing a hand to his chest in pantomime sympathy. "Next we will have the Freeworms of the Apples."

[untiltheyarent]

"Makeur." Fifi winces, as though suddenly regretting the bite. "Once again I find myself holding something red at the worst possible time."

[deserteur]

“This time we can eat the evidence.”

Like so.

He chews and swallows before he speaks again, with some modicum of manners.

“How are they treating you?”

[untiltheyarent]

"Better than expected," Fifi replies, taking a healthy bite of her own apple and pausing to chew it.

"The elder Asgard has asked me to be their head maid. Which would take me away from the Inquisition, but only in a sense."

[deserteur]

"Which sense?" Théo says. "Because seems as like it would be all five. Sight, hearing..."

He's hilarious.

[untiltheyarent]

She elbows him.

"Smell, I wish," she decides, "Kirkwall certainly has an aroma to it."