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[doneisdone]

Yes. [She's not even going to pretend she isn't right and that Wren isn't tell her so. It's just objectively correct.]

....and no. [Sounding much less satisfied.] ...it swam across. I suppose it's mine now. Maybe we'll eat it.

[limier]

Tough meat, but stew it or grind it, and it will serve. [ contemplatively, ] I'd need a new cleaver.

[ and the free time in which to use it. they aren't quickly-butchered. ah, well. it's kirkwall: fish is cheap. ]

I am told — [ in a tone that implies those telling it are fucking morons ] — It is insensitive, not to name the beasts.

[doneisdone]

And I am known for my sensitivity.

[A hesitation of at least ten seconds.]

.....his name is Boots.

[limier]

Boots.

[doneisdone]

Well goodbye.

[limier]

I am lately regaled with the names of twenty nugs, you do not get out so easily.

I was gifted a bottle of brandy in Val Royeaux, it would be terribly inappropriate to keep such a blatant bribe —

[ to herself. ]

[doneisdone]

[A sound of disgruntlement that she couldn't deactivate the crystal fast enough but at least it sounds like keeping it on might be worth her while.]

...so it would.

[Another pause, this one clearly spent mulling something over.]

If you like, I can give you some pointers. On dealing with insubordination.

[suddenly, every warden and templar shudders in unison and has no idea why]

[limier]

Of course, my office is well-suited to receiving guests.

[ no one touch that desk for a while, for their own sanity ]

Or I might come to you,

[ ayyyyyyy ]

[doneisdone]

No. Not here.

[The children are here, and she doesn't have an office. Also, the less of her personal life she keeps out of this, the better.]

I shall see you directly.