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[fleurdesel]

Most of us are content to offer our services or brew specialty potions and ointments, but I will get right on suggesting lightly enchanted bread knives. They would probably sell quite well up north, honestly.

[eviscerates]

So you could make special magical butter for the first thirty buyers of an enchanted bread knife, basically.

( so so so serious
she is not struggling to keep a straight face at all, never mind that Adelaide can't see her, no )

[fleurdesel]

Butter that is resistant to spoiling and tastes of honey. [ A beat. ] That is actually not a terrible idea.

[eviscerates]

See? Although you could maybe just straight up mix butter and honey, it's a natural preservative. Not... sure if that'll actually work, but the technicalities are your area, so.

[fleurdesel]

I would have to consult a creamery- or a cook. They would know better than I, honestly.

[eviscerates]

It's a good thing you have so much free time to fill with random projects.

[fleurdesel]

Perhaps I ought to delegate this research to my assistant. I am certain she can find a satisfactory answer.

[eviscerates]

( THE MOST LONGSUFFERING GROAN
that ends with laughter
but that's irrelevant )

Sorry I didn't hear that, the crystal must be breaking up or something.

[fleurdesel]

You know I do not care to repeat myself, Red. [ Anyone else, it might be a warning. With Ruby, somehow, it has become something wryly amused. ]

[eviscerates]

( with a ridiculousness that rings of self-deprecation more than anything else, )

Oh, Captain. You know I love it when you take charge.

( because she is literally her boss
it isn't flirting
necessarily )

[fleurdesel]

I should hope so, otherwise we would have difficulty with the chain of command.

[eviscerates]

It could get awkward, right?

( aha, and that would be the sound of Ruby stopping, and starting to haul herself up the side of a crumbly ruin to get to some Blessing. Scrapes and crumbling and then the quiet catch of a knife. )

You know, back home we used to have this special dance when the Flower Moon rolled by and it was warm enough certain plants to flourish again.

[fleurdesel]

A little.

[ Only a little. ]

Oh? Was it particularly spirited or was it more spiritual?

[eviscerates]

Oh, spirited, definitely. Coming of age thjng for a bunch of teenagers? Nothing spiritual to be seen. Lots of behaviour to cringe over later.

Anyway, I think it would have been last mont, roughly. All this plant stuff just made me think of it.

[fleurdesel]

Summersday would have been about a month ago- there are no real celebrations in Orlais that I know of. [ She is limited by her experiences in the tower, however. ] Giggling young women and posturing young men?

[eviscerates]

Huh. I might just have to look into it.

( she laughs, )

And sometimes giggling young men and posturing young women. It wasnt really my scene, I'm too serious.

[fleurdesel]

Somehow I doubt that. [ She can be serious, certainly, but the laughing Ruby is one Adelaide has come to like most. ]

[eviscerates]

No, it's true. I actually helped get it cancelled my year for it. I was not popular after that.

( or before it, as a matter of fact. )

[fleurdesel]

So you have been denied such a vital part of your youth? We cannot have that.

[eviscerates]

I was planning on skipping anyway, so you can stop scheming before you start.
( a quiet whump as she jumps from her perch and back to the snow. ) Seemed pretty ridiculous, honestly.

[fleurdesel]

Who's scheming? I do not scheme, Red.

[ She plans. ]

[eviscerates]

Pretty sure you do. Just an amateur assessment, but ...

[fleurdesel]

I plan. Planning is different from Scheming.

[eviscerates]

Is there a technical difference, Captain?

[fleurdesel]

But of course.