WHO: Alexandrie, Athessa, Bastien, Barrow, Derrica, Nell, and Poesia WHAT: A Very Riftwatch Summer Vacation WHEN: Late Solace WHERE: Churneau, Occupied Orlais NOTES: Violence cw etc. Bunch of details here.
"It should be a spice cake," Derrica suggests, while they're naming impossible things. She hasn't had a spice cake in years, certainly not since coming to Riftwatch.
"We should have thought to raid their kitchen," she continues. "I can think of a few people who would have traded us if we could have found some tea."
And who among them doesn't want to prosper in some minor way to offset this miserable trip?
"And what spices must I fetch with great unbothered leisure from the kitchen, for the spice cake you remember?" That to Derrica, although her glance slides to Athessa as well to include her in the question.
Alexandrie, who had turned back to stirring the pot to partially disguise the deeply amused smile that had twitched onto her lips when Derrica sighed over something being 'unaffordable', looks over again.
"I imagine with a delicate enough vanilla you might combine the two quite nicely.
The sudden shift from aimless complaints to a viable source is a little disorienting. She knows so little of Lexie that she can't discern whether she's joking or not.
“Indeed so!” It’s hers. Of course it’s hers. It is a source of great amusement to her to knock at the door of her own home accompanied by the unwary and make inquiries of Marceau about the lady of the house.
“But what shall we say is the basis of our demand?”
“Hmmm...Maybe we could try to play on their sympathies? Please, ser, my aunt’s dying wish is to smell the sweet aroma of vanilla one last time. Could you spare but a thimbleful?“
She has to put on an accent for it, high pitched and lilting towards Starkhaven.
A quick look between Lexie and Athessa, before Derrica seemingly decides that whatever piece she's missing isn't worth breaking the easy flow of conversation between them.
"Maybe that, but bring Matthias with you," Derrica suggests. "He doesn't have to talk, but he will have to look very hungry."
"We can probably find a hat for him. Nothing like a sad orphan clutching a mournful hat to get things done." Is it the hat that's mournful, or the orphan? Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway.
No. Laura had only met her at the Jeshavis offices.)
"Oh, indeed you must! We might have already gotten vanilla of her with one orphan and one hat; now that we have two orphans, pressed by their poor circumstances to need to share one hat between the two of them, we must dream bigger."
"Bigger than two orphans with only one hat??" Athessa snorts, close to breaking but committed to yes-and-ing until she drops, so to speak. "Maybe we can get them a three-legged dog. Or a puppy. People can ignore dogs but nobody can resist a puppy."
"Fereldans would be my guess." As much as Athessa would like to take credit for any mysterious animals on that island, she's only contributed one unusually large bat. The kittens were already there when she accepted them into her care.
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"We should have thought to raid their kitchen," she continues. "I can think of a few people who would have traded us if we could have found some tea."
And who among them doesn't want to prosper in some minor way to offset this miserable trip?
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Possibly not since the last time she stood in the dockside market in Kont-Aar, where the air is warm and fragrant. "Spice cake and mead, mmm."
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Which Derrica doubts are easy to find these days, and harder to purchase on their salary.
"I don't think any of us could afford the sugar though."
Dreams of cake endlessly deferred by reality.
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To Derrica, then: "Is the kind you remember the one with citrus in it, or vanilla?"
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Not to demean anyone's cooking, but. Cake.
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"I imagine with a delicate enough vanilla you might combine the two quite nicely.
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Commander Flint would be fine with that, right?
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The sudden shift from aimless complaints to a viable source is a little disorienting. She knows so little of Lexie that she can't discern whether she's joking or not.
"Really?"
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“But what shall we say is the basis of our demand?”
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She has to put on an accent for it, high pitched and lilting towards Starkhaven.
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"Maybe that, but bring Matthias with you," Derrica suggests. "He doesn't have to talk, but he will have to look very hungry."
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That old saying, two orphans are better than one.
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No. Laura had only met her at the Jeshavis offices.)
"Oh, indeed you must! We might have already gotten vanilla of her with one orphan and one hat; now that we have two orphans, pressed by their poor circumstances to need to share one hat between the two of them, we must dream bigger."
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Is Noose too well-fed?
"He has all his legs, but we could have him roll in mud for the cause."
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