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[untiltheyarent]

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

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[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.