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[thecookery]

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[thecookery]

For fun conversations and games? [She huffs a laugh.] No clue.

I'm the last person to ask about either of those.

[ichaer]

Boo. Believe it out, truth or dare was actually pretty popular when I was stuck up in Weisshaupt.

[ Helped to ignore the constant thought that they'd probably die at any point. ]

Though in truth the should invent water-proof cards for Wicked Grace that would be fun.

[thecookery]

I've not often been asked to join such things. Shocking, I know.

[She's so friendly and personable, obviously.]

Anyway, if you have the coin, maybe you can get a smith to fashion a metal set for you.

[ichaer]

How very shocking indeed. We'll have to get you up to speed someday.

[ Most obviously! Ciri likes her so much and her choice in people is never wrong. ]

It's not a bad idea and certainly skips anyone suggesting strip Wicked Grace.

[thecookery]

[A quiet grunt is the only response to that first bit.]

Do the opposite. Losers have to put clothes back on while they're still in the bath.

[ichaer]

Terrible. Just sitting in water with your clothes on is the worst especially when you're stuck there for hours on end.

[ She chuckles, lifting a leg out of the water with a sigh. ]

Baths are better than sitting around in a bog at least.

[thecookery]

[Avery briefly glances at the leg, then away again.]

A bog, eh?

[ichaer]

Mm... this little small village in northern Orlais had reported sightings of darkspawn. They said there was this old entrance to the Deep Roads but failed to mention it was half submerged in a bog.

[ She dips the leg back into the water before lifting the other up, rubbing at the bruise covering her knee and frowning. ] It was cold and wet and gross.

[thecookery]

Is it always like that, your job?

[ichaer]

Not really. For the most part we're left to our own devices since we can sense out darkspawn on our own but we'd sometimes get orders from Montsimmard or Weisshaupt for whatever they deemed important.

[ She idly shrugs her shoulders, closing her eyes. ] Usually things are rather boring for a Warden without a Blight but that certainly came back to bite me in the ass.

[thecookery]

You'd be crawling up the walls otherwise, and you know it.

[ichaer]

Crawling up the walls and stuck in Orlais. Hideous.

[thecookery]

Instead you have to be stuck here with me.

[ichaer]

Have to be stuck? [ It's said with a raise of her brow, idly glancing over and smiling. ]

Then... this is probably my favorite instance of being stuck somewhere with someone.

[thecookery]

[Enjoy this baffled look in return.]

If that's true, you've had a sadder life than I thought, mate. That or you're well cracked.

[ichaer]

I thought the Grey Warden stuff gave that away already. [ A beat. ] The first part not the second part.

[ Hmm! ]

But... Maker that might be true too. I do live in a cold valley and spend my nights either not sleeping or having a lot of shit darkspawn dreams. So, yeah this is actually nice for me.

[thecookery]

[She doesn't say anything, but boy does she make a grumbly, dissatisfied noise at that last bit. She doesn't like the thought of it, Ciri living like that every night, but it's not as if Avery can do anything about it, right? How annoying is that?]

[ichaer]

Hmm?

[ She asks tilting her head again with raised brows. Avery did say something, right? Ultimately, she raises her arms into the air and slides under the water to completely cover her head. Ciri pops up a moment later with a sputter of water but now everything is a little clearer again. ]

Enough about me. Have you had a chance to practice with the daggers?