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[limier]

The other's a sock.

[ You jam your hand inside it and flap about, and it looks as though it's speaking. She imagines that's how the Divines do it. ]

Really — Even the elf?

[ Wait. Oops. She waves her hand in a never-you-mind gesture, ]

[inagutterson]

What-- no. No. No.

[Say it ain't so Wren. He's going to just take that bottle and become one with it to help him better scheme how to--

But no. She wouldn't betray him in such a fashion. Would she?

(He's possibly attempting to say portions of this aloud. With the bottle pressed to his face. Wine everywhere. Very attractive. Very drunk. This is also why dwarves don't dream: think of all the terrible Thranduil-murdering dreams he would dream.)]

[limier]

No,

[ She agrees, sprawling down to prop herself upon elbows. Then. Scooches aside a little, to account for the new wine-spit puddles coming off Yngvi. ]

No, you are right, I said nothing.

[ Convincing. Nailed it. The master liar gives up, ]

I would hope he makes an honest woman of her, but it will go better for them both should they refrain.

[ Orlais could forgive the scandal of an affair with a foreign elven demon — the foreign elven demon being (reportedly) handsome enough. But to marry one? Maker. ]