"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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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.