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Birthday Shenanigans

WHO: Korrin, Open to any positive CR (even if it's 'we met that one time and didn't hate each other')
WHAT: Birthday pub crawl/a quieter gathering for close friends?
WHEN: Drakonis 25 for the dinner. The pub crawl is the next evening.
WHERE: Kirkwall (the docks and Lowtown)/Korrin and Araceli's dockside apartment (inside or on the roof)
NOTES: Consider this your chance to add new and stupid names for various taverns in the city. Threadjacking is a-ok and there's no posting order. Adding CW as needed.

Pub Crawl

The message, given over the sending crystals, is pretty simple. Korrin's birthday has arrived and she wants to celebrate it with good friends and good drinks. Since Kirkwall has a variety of places, why not sample them all, or at least the places that will allow a qunari? It's made clear that presents aren't necessary, so no pressure there. She's more interested in the company and making some good memories than anything else. Meet her at the docks by sunset, and prepare for a wild night.

Dinner with friends

You know who you are. If you're at all close with Korrin or Korrin and Araceli (especially both of them), then you're invited to a calm, relaxing night of good quality cuisine, wine, and maybe some music and card games. The menu? It's Korrin, so there's a distinct prevalence of northern fare; spiced wine, Llomerryn Red with roasted potatoes or fresh oysters, paella, and alfajors, among other things. Every dish -of which there is an abundance- is set up buffet-style, with comfortable seating in a semi-circle not far away.

Make yourself comfortable, and watch your plate or a certain fox might try to sneak off with your dinner.

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Korrin nods as she listens, checking on the squash automatically but it's going to be a while. She might as well help Araceli, since everything that follows should come shortly after that's done. "It's a long trek for a little nostalgia. Maybe as a stop on the way back, if we've a mission in the south. But I promise you I'll survive not visiting, the nostalgia isn't so great that I'll wither away without one." Straightening, she inhales the scents of the kitchen while wiping her hands with a clean rag. Only then does she drape an arm around Araceli's shoulders for a gentle squeeze.

"I'd go anywhere with you, of course. Feasting and boating sound perfect to me, and we can always cram as many of those tiny cakes as we can take back with us. I haven't even approached a limit to what that bag can hold, you know." Why not use it for a good cause, like sweets? "And I trust your good taste, of course. You always seem to know what will suit me best."

Part of her is inclined to ask what sort of stop it'd be where they'd go up a mountain as high as the one Skyhold sits atop but that might be tempting fate too much. Some freak snowstorm that forces them up there, a crisis where they know they'll be able to get refuge or help. But Korrin's used to mountains enough that she didn't mind going up there to get nuggalopes where Araceli can still take them or leave them. Gathering up what she's not going to need anymore at least means tomorrow morning won't be as much of an adventure in hungover cleaning while the dishes simmer or rest waiting for the guests to arrive.

"And you're sure food keeps in it? I could understand freezing, that was tested with some fish and ice magic but the bag is-- the bag is strange. I know I have the cloak but you have the ring, the bag, the drinking thing; you have a collection of odd things that do things that they shouldn't be able to do. Keeping cakes good isn't a thing a bag should do, a bag should, quite sadly, squash them." Sad facts of life right there as her face scrunches up into a little frown because how does it work? "You'd need to come look at the fabrics unless they have swatches. I can probably borrow the swatch book if they do."

How does it work is a very good question that Korrin still isn't quite able to answer. She shrugs, unable to explain the intricacies of foreign magic even as she's quite happy to take full advantage of it. "I've taken that thing with me on a few missions now. As far as I can tell, no harm comes to whatever's placed inside. If you want to personally test it out before we leave, go right ahead. My bag is your bag...and any of the other oddities I've found or will find." She grins at the rest, knowing her days of accumulating weird things isn't over. The least she can do is be generous with them.

"Eh, it won't kill me to have a look if they don't. I'll ignore any looks, if I can get what I want out of it." Why should she acknowledge any discomfort on their part, anyway? She's not looking to pick a fight and knows better than to be baited into doing so. They can just deal with her presence, if they want to get paid.

"One day I might put something small and live in it. A crab. So if you find a crab in there it's a test." And not Araceli just being weird and putting a single crab in a bag but if she could put a crab in and the crab lives, she could possibly figure out something with Fernando so he could see the world more easily than having to scoop him and his whole giant glass bowl with her to do so. "After...what happened, it makes me wonder. These things come through rifts most of the time, no? And yet they aren't like us. Obviously not made of the same substance but it-- but they were dreamt."

She isn't sure where she's going with that but something somewhere has thought of them, at some point, to have them appear in Thedas. It's strange to think about it now in light of what happened with rifters.

And suddenly, another memory rises that has Araceli attempting to stifle a laugh before she fails entirely. "Do you-- oh no do you remember the man? The man with the damned box?"

Great minds think alike, and Korrin smirks at mention of a crab in her haversack. "Test away. Honestly, I rather expected that to happen for some time now. If Fernando's restless and it works out, I don't mind it being used for him. Just let me know so I can take out whatever else is in there at the time." Besides, it'd be worth it just for the stunned looks when people realize what's lurking within.

She doesn't even try to stifle her own laugh, throwing back her head and probably scaring the pigeons on the roof. "Andraste's ass, that pompous twit and his one-box shop! Mask or not, his look when we actually bought it was priceless. Think he re-opened with another mystery item? We should find out."

Well part of her is tempted to just slide him in there to let him raise hell but he's curious enough that Araceli knows just how poor an idea that is. "I can wrap him up in my cape, keep him a little damp too or so he has something to deal with," and she turns to slide the pot off the heat halfway when it simmers too violently for her liking. "He's only just stopped trying to escape the office but who knows when he's going somewhere new. It might be a challenge."

Or battle since he's a kraken. Just a small one. Who has no real concept of that in his intelligent little kraken brain.

"It's Orlais, he'll have something there even just to have the box you know that. And someone will go buy it now matter what he says. Supply and demand, it's why we always had show stands at the markets." As she sobers, it's probably why the Llomerryn market even manages to exist for n the first place.

"I love how you have a habit of getting the feistiest pets. Asher's no troublemaker; he's content to just eat, ride and poop. Lux and Fernando are far better at keeping me on my toes." Not that she doesn't enjoy Asher, he's majestic, but way less amusing.

"It'd almost be worth it to try and buy him out again...or at least say we will, just to see the look on his face. We lucked out, but who knows what the fuck we'd get next time." Knowing Orlais, it would probably be something grandiose and offensive or incomprehensible.

"The Walrus behaves!" Perhaps that's a little defensive but the nuggalope has never been a cause for concern which considering how big he is compared to Araceli as well as her lack of experience as a rider of anything prior to gaining him is definitely a boon. "And Lux isn't feisty, he's just-- he's…" Her mouth pulls into a line as her hands curl on empty air, attempting to find the right words to possibly explain Lux being the way that he is because a kraken will always be a kraken, but Lux is from home, raised by her from childhood after her father handed him to her as a tiny scrap of fur and huge black eyes. "He's more person than fox, he's smarter than a lot of people. I trained him to do things and if he thinks people are stupid enough for him to take advantage of them, he'll do it in a heartbeat."

Once a thief, always a thief. Best parter-in-crime she could ever ask for, fastest and sharpest lookout.

"Or we could steal it." Because they could. And Araceli has only stolen things for the Inquisition and it's been so rare that she's needed to. And she knows that she couldn't even as she says it because there's a position attached to her name now, there's too much at stake without the things to ease it at home but it's fun to pretend.

That gets a smirk out of Korrin, who's willing to play along. "We could. People would talk for ages afterward about the heist, and the dashing thieves who made off with priceless treasure. And perhaps we'd have something that would either fun our lives forever afterward or at least would the best conversation starter ever, who knows?"

The squash looks about done, so she'll take it out of the oven carefully. "And you know I adore Lux just the way he is, kadan. In fact, I'm certain he could help us pull off that caper with style." A lovely bard, an impressive Vashoth and the bundle of mischief that is one particular fox.

"There's so much you can hide in a bodice, I haven't even shown you a fraction of what I know." It's so easy to sigh wistfully as she walks past Korrin to go work on peeling and crushing the garlic to make toasts since this is Korrin's birthday, she's going to make garlic toasts, and perhaps threaten anyone who gives her away. She's still got the herbs Waver gave to her all that time ago, somehow not dead though no thanks to her. Other hands have tended to them, Araceli just shares them and takes only what she needs as she needs them. "When all this is over I know we have plans but you know there's Llomerryn, right there, just waiting. If things blew up we could always run off to there, I'm a good enough sailor to get us there."

An actual heist. An escape plan. Picture it Korrin. Something to tell the grankids that other people will have all about.

The squash smells incredible from where Araceli's working and she smiles when she glances over at it, white skins piling up next to her busy hands. "If things were going to shit there's nothing like a fox screaming to have people cursing and running, the little fennecs don't make a noise like that."

"Poor things, they really don't. They try, but I'm pretty damn sure they'll never have the frightening range and volume of a certain fox we know. It kills me when he does that in public; the expressions are always priceless." While she rambles, Korrin removes the flesh of the squash -fully cooked, it already resembles noodles- with a fork, then setting it aside so she can get started on heating the butter and frying the garlic with it.

"Is that an invitation to find out later? Because you know I'm game, either way." Araceli's her bodices and what she can do with them are always exciting topics, and she grins, despite not meaning that in a suggestive way. Well, not solely.

"He still misses them you know? His subjects." The one time Lux was substantially larger than anything other than a cat. Mark it down in the book because chances are that it'll never happen again, he hasn't had the chance to go to Zimevur to meet the little golden desert foxes yet. "That pan's still hot," she taps it with her knife, a little garlic hissing when it touches the side where it clings to the blade before she crushes more, up on the balls of her feet to press down with more weight to crush it just right.

And this would be so much better if she weren't surrounded right now by garlic peels, holding a very large knife - well fine, the knife could absolutely be part of it, she usually has at the very least three blades on her at all times - and dirty clothes with splashes of this and that on them that she'll change out of later. But Araceli raises an eyebrow, shaking her hair over her shoulder. "If you're good. Maybe."

"Then I'll be on my very best behavior." Korrin flashes a smile, confident she can manage that with the proper incentive. Not that it's difficult, Araceli always has a way of smoothing her rougher edges, bringing out the best in the Vashoth with just her presence.

Nodding at mention of the pan, she'll also grab some mushrooms and elfroot. Elfroot will take longer than spinach, but if she's going to make a Dalish dish, it might as well be with the most authentic ingredients, halla butter aside. "And I would always trust your sailing skills with my life, of course. Llomerryn is perfect; you can always find -or sell- things you can't anywhere else, after all. They probably wouldn't blink an eye if we arrived with a mystery box and its contents. And afterward, Lux can be rewarded with a trip to visit his subjects. Or we could get one to keep, so he can savor being tall. Though he might like that idea less, since he wouldn't have our undivided attention at home."

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