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[untiltheyarent]

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

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[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."