"Mhmm. We are just about coming into season for them as well, I think." The crisper, sweeter apples they would get in the Spire would be ripe for the picking, or something close to it. She never truly kept track but now? She thinks it might have been better to do so.
"Take your time. This is a research project with no deadline save the one you give yourself- and." She fishes in her belt pouch for a moment before coming up with a gold coin, sliding it across the table. "We have been back for some time, consider this back pay."
Time for foraging. Or for begging favours from Varric, either or. Fruit acquisition is serious business, and she nods, making a mental note.
For a second she just looks at the coin, faintly thrown as she looks at Adelaide. "But I haven't even done anything yet. Back pay only applies to when you've been, y'know. Working."
Also Adelaide kind of saved her life, so there is a level where accepting money feels... weird.
"As your Boss I ought to have reached out with instructions, the fault is mine. But if you insist- call it an allowance for gathering ingredients." If she needed more- well. She likely could manage it on her own. "Your beginning budget, yes?"
There. That was safer. That was less...whatever made this strange.
"Sure thing, Captain." It was funnier than boss, so shoot her.
Red accepts the coin, idly rubbing her thumb over it before she slips it into a pouch on her belt. Beginning budgets she could deal with. Thinking about budgets so shortly after Not Flirting is strange, though, and makes her feel ever so slightly guilty for-- teasing, really.
"Red." She snorts, softly. It is, she supposes, within the spirit of their agreement. She chooses one at a time. It's certainly better than Captain Chief Boss Lady and she'll take it happily.
"And I'll return to my kitten wrangling and note taking." Remi mews once more from where he's curled in her lap. He is not her kitten. Not at all. Just as Red is not a complication. Not at all.
Hey, now, Red holds up her hands. "You didn't say I couldn't use all of them separately."
But, uh. Yeah. She stands, taking her notebook and gold coin and pen with her. She feels very official.
"I'm heading out... nowish, I guess, so I'll take the crystal in case you need to send any requests or orders my way." Her smile is crooked, head ducked slightly, and she can't quite pin down why she isn't already walking. "See you when I see you."
"Technicalities." And she cannot be anything but slightly pleased that Red is taking advantage of the semantics of their agreement. She'll have to be more specific in the future.
"Check in with me when you arrive? The roads are safer now that the Inquisition has settled in that area properly but- people would go missing often, in the Mire. Be careful." She would hate to lose her assistant so quickly. "And ask the quartermaster for a few bottles of Antivan fire. The undead burn well."
"Well, when you work for a physian I hear it's important to thrive on technicalities." And she's back to mischievous, grinning for just a moment. Great. Terrible? Terrible, probably.
Nodding along, Red pauses to actually write that one down. Antivan fire, go. "Got it. Extra crispy barbecue corpse." That'll smell great, but she doesn't make a face or scrunch up her nose or comment, because she's not a complete brat or particularly squeamish.
"I will. Try to keep out of trouble while I'm gone." #professionalism
Adelaide arches a brow in response, meeting mischief with wry exasperation that is, somehow, tinted with a measure of fondness. How she could be so ready to trust yet again- she does not think about it.
She simply does.
"The Mire itself has an...odor that ranges from mildly unpleasant to excruciatingly putrid- something I found to help ease the discomfort was to keep a scarf with a sachet of dried herbs pressed near my nose and mouth." A beat. "I should say the same to you. Don't poke the bears."
"I'll keep it in mind." She might not be able to take full advantage of it while trying to track someone, but she can definitely keep it in mind. "And I'll resist the bears only because you asked."
Moving should happen, though, and so finally she takes a step backward, and then another. "Have a good day, Adelaide."
And with that and a nod, she sways her way into a turn.
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"Take your time. This is a research project with no deadline save the one you give yourself- and." She fishes in her belt pouch for a moment before coming up with a gold coin, sliding it across the table. "We have been back for some time, consider this back pay."
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For a second she just looks at the coin, faintly thrown as she looks at Adelaide. "But I haven't even done anything yet. Back pay only applies to when you've been, y'know. Working."
Also Adelaide kind of saved her life, so there is a level where accepting money feels... weird.
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There. That was safer. That was less...whatever made this strange.
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Red accepts the coin, idly rubbing her thumb over it before she slips it into a pouch on her belt. Beginning budgets she could deal with. Thinking about budgets so shortly after Not Flirting is strange, though, and makes her feel ever so slightly guilty for-- teasing, really.
"I'll, um. Get right to work."
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"And I'll return to my kitten wrangling and note taking." Remi mews once more from where he's curled in her lap. He is not her kitten. Not at all. Just as Red is not a complication. Not at all.
Except yes.
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But, uh. Yeah. She stands, taking her notebook and gold coin and pen with her. She feels very official.
"I'm heading out... nowish, I guess, so I'll take the crystal in case you need to send any requests or orders my way." Her smile is crooked, head ducked slightly, and she can't quite pin down why she isn't already walking. "See you when I see you."
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"Check in with me when you arrive? The roads are safer now that the Inquisition has settled in that area properly but- people would go missing often, in the Mire. Be careful." She would hate to lose her assistant so quickly. "And ask the quartermaster for a few bottles of Antivan fire. The undead burn well."
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Nodding along, Red pauses to actually write that one down. Antivan fire, go. "Got it. Extra crispy barbecue corpse." That'll smell great, but she doesn't make a face or scrunch up her nose or comment, because she's not a complete brat or particularly squeamish.
"I will. Try to keep out of trouble while I'm gone." #professionalism
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She simply does.
"The Mire itself has an...odor that ranges from mildly unpleasant to excruciatingly putrid- something I found to help ease the discomfort was to keep a scarf with a sachet of dried herbs pressed near my nose and mouth." A beat. "I should say the same to you. Don't poke the bears."
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Moving should happen, though, and so finally she takes a step backward, and then another. "Have a good day, Adelaide."
And with that and a nod, she sways her way into a turn.