"Yes. We- it sounds terrible to say 'well we lost them in the War' like they've gone missing, as though they are of no more worth than a pair of boots but in the chaos...many mages did not think to act on their behalf." She herself aches to think of what might have happened to those in the Spire.
Perhaps visiting it is overdue.
"Stay out of the water, but if you must gather what samples you can from the undead and leave them with the Inquisition scouts. We found the source of one plague but the more we leanr the better we will be able to treat it."
"Maybe I'll pick up a trail. Could be that if they're out there then they'll stick together. Strength in numbers, safety of the familiar." Her jaw sets. Maybe she won't find Emma. It could get her nothing, and that might even be better for Emma, but there's a better chance she'll find something to do with the Tranquil.
And a glance at Adelaide. "Plague and undead, definitely the answer to 'what do you get the girl who has everything?'"
"They keep to themselves more often than not- but if you promise them sanctuary, a place to work? They will come quietly." Not that they have any room left in them for aggression, but...
"If I had everything I would also have my own bedroom and a proper office." She snorts a faint laugh. "But another answer would be 'a good bottle of wine or brandy.'"
They will come quietly. Red can't quite help the way her eyebrow ticks upward, questioning, even when her words are not. "Sure thing."
Could be that really the main times they've spoken have involved talking about that alarming green nightlight in her hand, during a more-alarming outbreak of something that thankfully wasn't a zombie virus (movies, man), around healing tents if Red was dropping off supplies and then in the Fade, but over all she'd kind of got the idea that Adelaide wasn't a person who laughed all that often. Her quick conclusion is that she'd like to get her to laugh more.
"Well, if you want to be technical." Still, she shakes her head. "You know, I kind of miss having the selection of drinks that I could get my hands on back home. I could make you a kick-ass cocktail. Wine and brandy'll have to do, I guess."
"I am a researcher and a physician. I thrive in technicalities." Details she can pick at and turn around and prove or disprove? It reminds her of the real office she'd made for herself in the Spire. Her work there.
Here it is...becoming her own little alcove with the cold teapot and the stacks of books, letters strewn about. Perhaps it is this that has her comfortable enough to laugh- perhaps it is something in Red's peppy manner. "Depending on what they were made from and tasted of? Given a fair description I could probably work out how to create some of them. We got bored often in the spire and our potion distilling equipment was not always used in the most...appropriate manner. I remember making something that fizzed like champagne, tasted of strawberries, but had a kick like bog whiskey."
"I think actually if you were a physician and didn't thrive in technicalities then maybe I should be concerned." There is the potential for a very unfortunate sentence involving the phrase because you were literally inside me, but she spares herself that - largely because she isn't sure either of them need the reminder of the Fade, rather than the unfortunate innuendo.
"Really?" Oh, no. Red leans forward against the desk, now, resting her hands on it and bracing against it. For someone who is usually earnest in a very helpful way, there is definitely something mischievous to the look, now. She can't quite place the closest equivalent in her head, and yet. "I bet you could make a hell of drink with that. Maybe a daiquiri."
Anyway, the point is, Adelaide may have just incited chaos. Slow burn chaos. "I think we just found the focus of our research project. Gin. We're going to need juniper berries, barley and... other stuff I need to try and remember. It's been a while since I got a gin lecture."
So many lectures. Granny was pedantic about many things, and the quality of booze was one of them. Heaven help the man who delivered the incorrect gin to the diner.
"I think I remember how I managed that as well. On occasion no matter how careful we were to mind what we were making there were happy accidents." Could it be replicated? She flips from her most recent set of notes to sketch out, roughly, what she'd mixed and in what quantities, the process she'd used to achieve the desired end result. Well. Strawberries had been the desired result. The kick and the fizzing had been the surprise.
"What is a daiquiri?" It is not as though she needs more avenues to explore with this particular crutch but- making it a research project, making it work-
No, that does not make it better. And yet she's considering it all the same. "There is a distillery in the North that makes something they call Gin. I honestly find it little better than pure grain alcohol and have used it more often for tinctures than actual drinking- and even then it is not as cost effective as other ingredients."
But crafting their own? "...I'll see about requisitioning the equipment you'll need and having it set in the Undercroft. There ought to be room there."
"Huh. Serves me right for thinking the tavern'd have a good selection." Lesson learned, even booze requires research in Thedas. This is good, though.
Anyway, to answer Adelaide's question she lets one of her arms lie against the desk, the opposite hand propping up her chin. "Gin isn't in daiquiris, but it's in some other really great drinks. Daiquiris are usually..." and she bites the inside of her cheek for a moment, canting her head a little to the side as she thinks. She feels a little more Ruby now, and less Red, though she's a far cry from the same impulsive, insecure girl who stormed out of the diner in a rage to go and leave town. "Ice, rum, sugar, something citrusy? Lime's pretty good, but I'm a sucker for red things, predictably, so I've always been fond of strawberry ones. Strawberry and lime and rum, blend some ice in there... well. We'd have to work on the blending part, but I'm sure we could figure it out." Her smile becomes a little self conscious, then, as she realises how enthusiastic she's gotten. "Uh, they're great for summer. We're coming into a good season for them."
Red leans back, sheepish. "Are you sure that'll be okay? It's-- pretty whimsical." And Ruby always got told to be more sensible.
"Alcohol is, unfortunately, relatively low on the priority list when we still have holes in the ceiling- and a great deal of what is good is squirreled away by Josephine to be saved for visiting dignitaries and nobles." She says, as a noble herself. "I receive the odd crate of wine and brandy from my family but most of that goes to the other healers."
There's a faint mew from under the table- and Adelaide will use that as her reason for going pink, not how casually and closely Red is leaning. It's the kitten that is not her kitten but she is minding it for a moment demanding attention. With one hand she continues to list off what Red says, the other scoops up a soft, white kitten and sets him on the table for a moment. "Limes and Rum would have to be imported but I think Varric may have connections to help there- if he does not? I can ask my sisters. Blending- if you can explain how we might sort out the means."
Whimsical as it may be- she treats it with all due seriousness. Or. As much as she can while gently tugging the kitten away from batting at the papers and pens littering the desk. "Morale is important. That is why we have a Tavern and why it is stocked- but more over...this is not your world. What would bring you comfort, what would soothe you in your home- you do not have those things here. If this work can bring one familiar thing to you and those in similar worlds? If it can give that comfort- then it is more than worthwhile- it is Vital. We work to better our standing, the Council, but you...have no one to speak for you or work for your interests. I'll not assume that authority, I do not have that right. But I will help how I can. And I truly think this will help, Red."
Red hums, the kind of hum that is thoughtful and understanding and of course all bundled together in a single note.
"Clearly the answer is for everyone to become healers," she replies, masterfully deadpan for all of a second before it gives way to a smile.
"Varric or Isabela," by way of agreement, as she leans towards the cat curiously, though holding herself back a little. Canines and she tended to have a better relationship than she and felines. Cats were, perhaps understandably, a little skittish of larger predators. Eventually they could warm up to her, though. At least... she hoped so. In theory?
She has no idea. Instead she opts to help Adelaide's efforts by undoing one of the string bracelets and absent minedly dangling and dancing it just out of the kitten's reach. That's helpful, right?
Red smiles, wry. "Honestly, I don't know that I have a world that call home. The Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke-- I never fit, you know? Bits and pieces were good, but I don't know how much they felt like home." A glance from the kitten to Adelaide, then. "Sorry. Irrelevant. Um, morale boosting sounds good. And daiquiris sound good, and... probably some others. At the very least the names could scandalise some of the more delicate Inquisition members." A beat passes, before she adds, gaze dropping again, "thank you."
"Clearly." Adelaide's lips hook faintly in a smile, something that is there and gone before her eyes flick back to the sketch. It isn't a complicated set up, what she'd used. Whatever Ruby needs might be larger or more complex- but they've the tools and the means.
Remi's attention snaps immediately to the string, tailtip and ears twitching as he hunkers down for a pounce. There is the barest wiggle of his haunches, an unsteady thing for something so small before he leaps forward- paws outstretched for the capture.
Adelaide is, understandably, distracted by this adorable interplay. The tip of her pen slows in it's idle sketching and a slower, sweeter curl of a smile blooms into being. The work is important. Morale has it's place. But it is the little things that matter. A kitten, a daiquiri...a friend. Research assistant. A person. "Perhaps-"
It's a bit much, this, but she looks from Remi at play with the string to Red, a little of that warmth lingering. Pen set aside she reaches out to brush her hand against Red's. "Perhaps you might find a place for yourself here. That you fit. For however long you remain- we do not yet have daiquiris or these other scandalous drinks but- we are building something."
Aha. Not today, sucker. The string is whipped away, out of reach again and creating a path across the desk that is, hopefully, not over anything essential.
Adelaide's hand against her own makes the cat teasing stop, string stilling and leaving it open to finally be captured, and for a second she's so surprised that she has the look of someone who might be about to be chastised, lostness mixed in with it.
"I'd like that," Red start, and her voice sounds a little dry and rough, so she drops her gaze and clears her throat before looking back to Adelaide again. With less embarrassing emotion: "Sounds good to me."
And, with a quiet laugh. "Just wait. A Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall is not to be sniffed at." And then a moment of oh dear. "Or to be ordered in front of a Chantry sister, probably." Yay working for religious organisation sort of things.
Remi mews plaintively and gives chase, batting at the string, skittering over blank pages and old notes. So. Nothing important. He continues sliding and hop pouncing at the string up until it goes still, whereupon he flops over onto one side to start gnawing upon it vigorously while purring. The great hunter has Captured His Prey. Tremble in terror.
Adelaide, meanwhile...waits out that flicker of emotion, a note or two of her own ringing in the hollow spaces between the compartments where she holds each part of her until it is needed. She starts to say- well. Something that might be inspiring or sentimental or wry- something, but is caught off guard by what is indeed a highly scandalous drink name. Her eyes narrow slightly, lips forming the words with great consideration before she murmurs. "I've found most screws against the wall to be uncomfortable- but I suppose it depends upon the wall."
Red's eyes widen, and she almost bursts out laughing but has the mercy? Discretion? Whatever happens she coughs it more than actually laughs it, covering her mouth with her hand before giving Adelaide a look.
"You nobles and your walls, ruining the dream for the rest of us. Us common folk have to deal with barns and forests."
What happened to this conversation, how do yhey salvage this?
"I am more mage than noble, Red." She snorts faintly, settling back in her chair. "We're locked, more or less, in a tower and told to mind ourselves like good little Andrastians. As more than a quarter of us did come from noble stock and another third were elven- that is a great deal of attractive people told to work and live in close quarters while being chaste."
She'll...let Ruby draw her own conclusions from there.
"...I suppose that was not terribly fair of me. I've met some truly hideous nobles and rather breathtaking commoners." Present company included. But that-
Is not something she is going to say.
Ever.
"Alcoves are better, there is less room in some respects- but you've more opportunities for leverage-" No, no, she can't do this, her skin goes pink and she buries her face in her hands, lost in helpless laughter. Point 1 to Red.
"Thank God, or I was just going to write myself off on the spot." Although, actually, she cants her head and there's something-- not wry, not self-mocking, but on the fringes of both. "Truth be told, when you work in a diner or a tavern or wherever, you get very tired of being called beautiful. It starts to make you sound like something nice people want to use to decorate their house."
Or their bed. Or a wall, maybe, if they're a fancy noble.
Red's laugh is quiet, gentle, and she reaches over to console Adelaide with a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Barns have leverage too, but there's animals. It's terrible."
"That is not the first word that comes to mind when I think of you." She manages, through her laughter. Eyes bright, a portion of that weary tension gone for the moment, Adelaide combs a loose strand of hair back in place. "Strong, would be the word."
There is a courage in determination. In moving forward.
Remi mews, demanding attention- or declaring his intent before he makes a tackling dive for the bangles on Ruby's wrist. One or the other. "But what do you do about the smell?"
"That sounds like a euphemism for 'ugly'." No, it doesn't. It definitely doesn't and that is obvious from the way Red's eyebrows hitch up and the corners of her mouth stay curled in a smile that just isn't going anywhere, despite her half-hearted effort to look stern. (It's an exceptionall half-hearted effort. Quarter-hearted, maybe, tops.)
Strong is actually nice. It's-- different. It's good.
With a little sound of surprise and also ever so slight pain as kitty claws find her wrist, Red finds herself in a bear trap cat maw. Go figure. She lets him play, undisturbed by the sensation once it's not a surprise.
"Actually the wolf thing means everything is always kind of intense, smell-wise." Red shrugs a little. "I can tune it out, or I can go tracking or I can appreciate the scenery, so to speak. Sounds, though. Sounds are the worst. Cows are the worst."
"Remi! Ne soyez pas si vilain." Adelaide sidesteps the....halfhearted, quarterhearted, whichever it might be in favor of attempting to chastise the kitten. Which, again, is the only reason for the pink on her cheeks. Nothing more. This is...nice, in a way. Friendly. Easy, she might thing, but that is what surviving trauma does. It makes associations afterward easy.
"Mm. I shall make a point not to work around any of the particularly overpowering poultices should we've a meeting scheduled." Able to tune it out or no, that is common courtesy. And it would be cruel to be so noble as to forget common courtesy. "I...can almost imagine."
"Don't imagine." Gently mortified, that, and now it's Red who has her hand over her forehead and slowly drags it down her face. "Now next time you're having a moment you'll think of cows! It'll ruin the moment and then you'll blame me." Except this line of conversation does seem in danger of inviting certain thoughts, ans Red just rests her elbows on the table and presses her face into her hands, despite potential feline retaliation. "This is terrible."
Mumbled, still through her hands, "thanks about the poultices."
"I fear it is too late." Adelaide murmurs with all due seriousness, gaze in the middle distance as she does, in fact, imagine attempting an intimate interlude with someone and their interruption by cows lowing. "...It would not be the strangest thing to kill the mood."
Mages. They run into interesting situations.
The conversation, at least, cant be abandoned in favor of cooing over Remi, who twists around on his back to bat at Ruby's hair where it falls around her hands.
The combination of a kitten at risk of getting entangled in her hair (eternally in inexplicably perfect waves because maybe she is actually sorcerer, who knows) and Adelaide's comment makes her look up from her hands, although they stay held in place, fingers a shell that curl towards her palm rather than forming a little barricade.
"I probably shouldn't want to ask." And yet. Sheepishly, in the hopes of regaining the shreds of her tattered dignity, Red clears her throat. "And speak of probablies, I should maybe let you get back to work and stop being a bad influence, huh?"
For a long moment something hangs in the air between them. Something playful, something easy, something with which she has no idea what it is she is meant to do- and yet finds herself somewhat eager to explore. Until there is a mew and the moment ends, until she must reach over to fish Remi out from Red's hair.
"You are hardly a poor influence, but if you wish to be productive and require incentive..." Adelaide rests her cheek on her hand, considering Red, her lips curled in a small smile. "Make a list of everything we would need to make the Gin you remember, daiquiris, and this 'slow comfortable screw against the wall', and I shall tell you what the strangest thing was when you are finished."
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shhh it's ok i understood
Perhaps visiting it is overdue.
"Stay out of the water, but if you must gather what samples you can from the undead and leave them with the Inquisition scouts. We found the source of one plague but the more we leanr the better we will be able to treat it."
Challenge accepted >8D
And a glance at Adelaide. "Plague and undead, definitely the answer to 'what do you get the girl who has everything?'"
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"If I had everything I would also have my own bedroom and a proper office." She snorts a faint laugh. "But another answer would be 'a good bottle of wine or brandy.'"
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Could be that really the main times they've spoken have involved talking about that alarming green nightlight in her hand, during a more-alarming outbreak of something that thankfully wasn't a zombie virus (movies, man), around healing tents if Red was dropping off supplies and then in the Fade, but over all she'd kind of got the idea that Adelaide wasn't a person who laughed all that often. Her quick conclusion is that she'd like to get her to laugh more.
"Well, if you want to be technical." Still, she shakes her head. "You know, I kind of miss having the selection of drinks that I could get my hands on back home. I could make you a kick-ass cocktail. Wine and brandy'll have to do, I guess."
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Here it is...becoming her own little alcove with the cold teapot and the stacks of books, letters strewn about. Perhaps it is this that has her comfortable enough to laugh- perhaps it is something in Red's peppy manner. "Depending on what they were made from and tasted of? Given a fair description I could probably work out how to create some of them. We got bored often in the spire and our potion distilling equipment was not always used in the most...appropriate manner. I remember making something that fizzed like champagne, tasted of strawberries, but had a kick like bog whiskey."
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"Really?" Oh, no. Red leans forward against the desk, now, resting her hands on it and bracing against it. For someone who is usually earnest in a very helpful way, there is definitely something mischievous to the look, now. She can't quite place the closest equivalent in her head, and yet. "I bet you could make a hell of drink with that. Maybe a daiquiri."
Anyway, the point is, Adelaide may have just incited chaos. Slow burn chaos. "I think we just found the focus of our research project. Gin. We're going to need juniper berries, barley and... other stuff I need to try and remember. It's been a while since I got a gin lecture."
So many lectures. Granny was pedantic about many things, and the quality of booze was one of them. Heaven help the man who delivered the incorrect gin to the diner.
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"What is a daiquiri?" It is not as though she needs more avenues to explore with this particular crutch but- making it a research project, making it work-
No, that does not make it better. And yet she's considering it all the same. "There is a distillery in the North that makes something they call Gin. I honestly find it little better than pure grain alcohol and have used it more often for tinctures than actual drinking- and even then it is not as cost effective as other ingredients."
But crafting their own? "...I'll see about requisitioning the equipment you'll need and having it set in the Undercroft. There ought to be room there."
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Anyway, to answer Adelaide's question she lets one of her arms lie against the desk, the opposite hand propping up her chin. "Gin isn't in daiquiris, but it's in some other really great drinks. Daiquiris are usually..." and she bites the inside of her cheek for a moment, canting her head a little to the side as she thinks. She feels a little more Ruby now, and less Red, though she's a far cry from the same impulsive, insecure girl who stormed out of the diner in a rage to go and leave town. "Ice, rum, sugar, something citrusy? Lime's pretty good, but I'm a sucker for red things, predictably, so I've always been fond of strawberry ones. Strawberry and lime and rum, blend some ice in there... well. We'd have to work on the blending part, but I'm sure we could figure it out." Her smile becomes a little self conscious, then, as she realises how enthusiastic she's gotten. "Uh, they're great for summer. We're coming into a good season for them."
Red leans back, sheepish. "Are you sure that'll be okay? It's-- pretty whimsical." And Ruby always got told to be more sensible.
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There's a faint mew from under the table- and Adelaide will use that as her reason for going pink, not how casually and closely Red is leaning. It's the kitten that is not her kitten but she is minding it for a moment demanding attention. With one hand she continues to list off what Red says, the other scoops up a soft, white kitten and sets him on the table for a moment. "Limes and Rum would have to be imported but I think Varric may have connections to help there- if he does not? I can ask my sisters. Blending- if you can explain how we might sort out the means."
Whimsical as it may be- she treats it with all due seriousness. Or. As much as she can while gently tugging the kitten away from batting at the papers and pens littering the desk. "Morale is important. That is why we have a Tavern and why it is stocked- but more over...this is not your world. What would bring you comfort, what would soothe you in your home- you do not have those things here. If this work can bring one familiar thing to you and those in similar worlds? If it can give that comfort- then it is more than worthwhile- it is Vital. We work to better our standing, the Council, but you...have no one to speak for you or work for your interests. I'll not assume that authority, I do not have that right. But I will help how I can. And I truly think this will help, Red."
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"Clearly the answer is for everyone to become healers," she replies, masterfully deadpan for all of a second before it gives way to a smile.
"Varric or Isabela," by way of agreement, as she leans towards the cat curiously, though holding herself back a little. Canines and she tended to have a better relationship than she and felines. Cats were, perhaps understandably, a little skittish of larger predators. Eventually they could warm up to her, though. At least... she hoped so. In theory?
She has no idea. Instead she opts to help Adelaide's efforts by undoing one of the string bracelets and absent minedly dangling and dancing it just out of the kitten's reach. That's helpful, right?
Red smiles, wry. "Honestly, I don't know that I have a world that call home. The Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke-- I never fit, you know? Bits and pieces were good, but I don't know how much they felt like home." A glance from the kitten to Adelaide, then. "Sorry. Irrelevant. Um, morale boosting sounds good. And daiquiris sound good, and... probably some others. At the very least the names could scandalise some of the more delicate Inquisition members." A beat passes, before she adds, gaze dropping again, "thank you."
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Remi's attention snaps immediately to the string, tailtip and ears twitching as he hunkers down for a pounce. There is the barest wiggle of his haunches, an unsteady thing for something so small before he leaps forward- paws outstretched for the capture.
Adelaide is, understandably, distracted by this adorable interplay. The tip of her pen slows in it's idle sketching and a slower, sweeter curl of a smile blooms into being. The work is important. Morale has it's place. But it is the little things that matter. A kitten, a daiquiri...a friend. Research assistant. A person. "Perhaps-"
It's a bit much, this, but she looks from Remi at play with the string to Red, a little of that warmth lingering. Pen set aside she reaches out to brush her hand against Red's. "Perhaps you might find a place for yourself here. That you fit. For however long you remain- we do not yet have daiquiris or these other scandalous drinks but- we are building something."
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Adelaide's hand against her own makes the cat teasing stop, string stilling and leaving it open to finally be captured, and for a second she's so surprised that she has the look of someone who might be about to be chastised, lostness mixed in with it.
"I'd like that," Red start, and her voice sounds a little dry and rough, so she drops her gaze and clears her throat before looking back to Adelaide again. With less embarrassing emotion: "Sounds good to me."
And, with a quiet laugh. "Just wait. A Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall is not to be sniffed at." And then a moment of oh dear. "Or to be ordered in front of a Chantry sister, probably." Yay working for religious organisation sort of things.
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Adelaide, meanwhile...waits out that flicker of emotion, a note or two of her own ringing in the hollow spaces between the compartments where she holds each part of her until it is needed. She starts to say- well. Something that might be inspiring or sentimental or wry- something, but is caught off guard by what is indeed a highly scandalous drink name. Her eyes narrow slightly, lips forming the words with great consideration before she murmurs. "I've found most screws against the wall to be uncomfortable- but I suppose it depends upon the wall."
...Wait is that too much information?
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"You nobles and your walls, ruining the dream for the rest of us. Us common folk have to deal with barns and forests."
What happened to this conversation, how do yhey salvage this?
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She'll...let Ruby draw her own conclusions from there.
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Good thing Ruby is never contrary, or anything. And she's definitely never ridiculous.
"Just as well I've never had the pleasure of walls," and it'd be impressively dry if not for the, you know, trying not to laugh.
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Is not something she is going to say.
Ever.
"Alcoves are better, there is less room in some respects- but you've more opportunities for leverage-" No, no, she can't do this, her skin goes pink and she buries her face in her hands, lost in helpless laughter. Point 1 to Red.
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Or their bed. Or a wall, maybe, if they're a fancy noble.
Red's laugh is quiet, gentle, and she reaches over to console Adelaide with a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Barns have leverage too, but there's animals. It's terrible."
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There is a courage in determination. In moving forward.
Remi mews, demanding attention- or declaring his intent before he makes a tackling dive for the bangles on Ruby's wrist. One or the other. "But what do you do about the smell?"
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Strong is actually nice. It's-- different. It's good.
With a little sound of surprise and also ever so slight pain as kitty claws find her wrist, Red finds herself in a bear trap cat maw. Go figure. She lets him play, undisturbed by the sensation once it's not a surprise.
"Actually the wolf thing means everything is always kind of intense, smell-wise." Red shrugs a little. "I can tune it out, or I can go tracking or I can appreciate the scenery, so to speak. Sounds, though. Sounds are the worst. Cows are the worst."
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"Mm. I shall make a point not to work around any of the particularly overpowering poultices should we've a meeting scheduled." Able to tune it out or no, that is common courtesy. And it would be cruel to be so noble as to forget common courtesy. "I...can almost imagine."
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Mumbled, still through her hands, "thanks about the poultices."
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Mages. They run into interesting situations.
The conversation, at least, cant be abandoned in favor of cooing over Remi, who twists around on his back to bat at Ruby's hair where it falls around her hands.
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"I probably shouldn't want to ask." And yet. Sheepishly, in the hopes of regaining the shreds of her tattered dignity, Red clears her throat. "And speak of probablies, I should maybe let you get back to work and stop being a bad influence, huh?"
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"You are hardly a poor influence, but if you wish to be productive and require incentive..." Adelaide rests her cheek on her hand, considering Red, her lips curled in a small smile. "Make a list of everything we would need to make the Gin you remember, daiquiris, and this 'slow comfortable screw against the wall', and I shall tell you what the strangest thing was when you are finished."
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