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"No, it doesn't have to be and I'm positive you're full of shit. There's no passing judgement at this table, you know, not for that. Thedas has brothels, they're a fact of life. Big deal."

She's fine with moving on, but gives a look that says next time he needs to just man up and take the drink. No judgment but also no cheating.

"I never had Cabot's 'hangover cure'."

Sam just kind of leans back on this one, eyes moving back between the two curiously. Slowly he takes a drink from his mug just to drink, but then quickly puts it down when Korrin comes up with her next 'never'.

"Can't say I've had it either. What's in it?

Hm. I have never... frozen anyone's feet to the ground."

"It's not as if I... Never mind." Yeah, no. Not even going to talk about a failed expedition which shouldn't count because it went nowhere. Anyway. Moving on. He's scowling and unpleasant for a moment while he's stuck thinking about Rosa, but at least the game is a distraction.

"I've never even heard of such a cure, nor have I frozen anyone." Hmm, what else to add? "I've never eaten a zombie either, although there were a few times I seriously considered it."

Glancing over at Sam, Korrin wrinkles her nose. "I don't know the entire recipe, but what was told is stomach-churning enough. There was something about deep mushrooms, ginger, boiled nug brains...."

Yeah. Anyway.

And of course Korrin takes a sip, because that one's fairly obvious. "You in combat or outside it? Eh, either way it counts. And nope, never eaten a zombie--darkspawn, whatever. Who would willingly ingest that taint? Ugh.

Right, I never wore plaidweave--especially on purpose."

At the mention of nug brains, Sam actually pushes his mug away, making a rather disgusted face. He shouldn't have asked and Korrin shouldn't have said anything. The mug gets further pushed away at the mention of eating zombies. Really, Kain?

By now the mug is practically in the middle, and he doesn't need to drink about the plaidweave. "No, can't say I have.

I never... chewed on my pillow."

Siiiiigh. “There’s nothing inherently wrong with plaidweave, and I’ll never understand the aversion to it.” But Kain has to drink a lot to that one, because there is no ambiguity there. Unfortunately. He really doesn’t get how bad he actually had looked. It’s best for the world that he prefers the armor.

He drinks to Sam’s as well. “As a child.” Certainly not in recent history.

“I’ve never gotten a tattoo.” Though really, a fierce dragon would be amazing. Not that he’s ever had time or inclination to look into such a thing, though.

Rolling her eyes at mention of plaidweave, Korrin then takes a sip and smirks. "Not as a child." What, sometimes you need something to bit down on during bed shenanigans.

"And no tattoos for me. You'd think I would, right? But I prefer my only adornments to be scars. If I want something more, there's always vitaar, but...eh." She's never been a fan of that and the amount of times anyone in the Inquisition has seen her wearing it would number on one hand.

"I never slept through battle or something else similarly disruptive."

As a child, not as a child. Sam raises his brows at both Kain and Korrin, though Korrin gets most of the look with how she says it.

"No tattoos here," he says with a bit of a shrug, pulling his mug back again. "Nor can I say I've slept through a fight or anything disruptive."

Humming lightly, taking a drink just to drink, Sam looks between the two of them. "I've never... had to be in cuffs."

Yeeeah Kain has not had any experience with normal women due to unrequited feelings, so just doesn't interpret it in that way. Well unless you count a certain Archfiend of Wind, but uh... that always happened outdoors. No pillows to speak of. Anyway.

"Vitaar? What's that mean?" He shakes his head. "I'm a light sleeper, so no." He does drink to the second thing though. "I don't want to talk about it." Sure he's never been arrested and imprisoned by the law or anything, but well, there was a short time when he was first captured by Golbez and his new master wasn't yet sure he could trust him... Ugh yeah.

Actually, yeah. He decides, let's go there. He's been steadily drinking and getting tipsier by the moment. "I've never had... relations with a woman indoors."

"Vitaar is a warpaint that my kind use; it's toxic to everyone else, but for us, it acts as armor metal-like quality once applied to the skin. I'll show you, sometime." Korrin shrugs as her guess proves incorrect for either of them, but such is the game. She chuckles and shakes her head at Sam's, though.

"People tend to shy away from restraining a horned giant, imagine that. And it's not my style to be restrained in bed, either." Kain's statement gets a louder laugh out of her, and she takes a drink. "Ever? You're kinkier than I thought, Highwind. I don't mind the outdoors...when it's warm enough. But up here, in the Frostbacks? No fucking way."

That tipsiness doesn't go unnoticed and she glances to Kain with a grin, then at Sam. They so have to take advantage of this and get the taciturn dragoon to open up. "I never banged someone in a completely inappropriate place...and got caught."

That is not what he meant by being in cuffs, but now that it's gone in that direction Sam cannot help but blush a bit more because of a certain conversation, though makes an attempt to hide it behind rubbing his face with a hand.

And apparently that had been enough to get the other two started in taking the game towards more sexual content. Oi. Korrin seems rather pleased by the turn of questions and at the look she gives him, Sam sighs, starting to consider what he can say.

At Kain's 'never', Sam hums and taps his finger on the table, watching Korrin take another drink. "Does only kissing count for that?" He doesn't think so, but clarifying that up would be better since yet again he's not drinking, and he'd rather not have Korrin turn her sights on him in thinking he's being dishonest.

He almost takes a drink for Korrin's, but stops when she adds the last part. "Got caught? No."

"Ah... hm... never have I... done it against a wall."

Toxic... warpaint? Hm, well, the ways of this world are plenty strange, Kain had found that out already. He has noticed that the turn of topic... hasn't changed, whoops, looks like they're stuck with it now. Look, things got lonely on Mount Ordeals though the wind can always find her way to him. Always. Mostly to troll, but sometimes her presence was actually enjoyable.

Anyway. Next things. Kain shakes his head to Korrin. "I'm not foolish enough to be so close to... civilization..." Though he's pretty sure Valvalis might pop up wherever and whenever she pleases. If he were home. He'd mostly been on the mountain, so... "And no to that as well," he adds to Sam. Ha! Good, right. It really is a good thing he hadn't met the fiend of the wind before most of their adventures. "I've never... had relations on a boat."

"Ugh, you two." Yes, of course Korrin has to takes drinks for both of their statements. "On a boat, you're either puking yourself inside out or bored out of your mind, at least if you're a passenger. So, yes. And that can naturally lead to using walls. And Kain, I'll remember that if we ever get to an update round later on. Who knows, you might get foolish enough if you meet the right person here."

She darts a smirk at Sam, noting how he almost took a drink. "Good for you. I've had some close calls, but nothing to make a liar out of me for that. Not yet, anyway.

I've never banged on a battlefield." Not while it was still seeing use or the during the aftermath.

"I've only done it once so... yeah." Once being for the 'never' and once just in general, ever, though he doesn't elaborate on that. As the game goes on it would probably get rather apparent.

Sam leans back at that point, fingers tapping near his mug as he listens to each of their comments. "No, on a boat, and nope on the battlefield." Humming, he takes a moment to think of something. "Never have I... done it in the snow."

Kain takes a grudging sip for the battlefield, making an uncertain face, does he truly have to share? "I had just slain too many zombies to count and that damned Archfiend is far too persuasive."

Though he'd ended up in a tree upside down and naked the next morning from his recollection, but uh, anyway, details. Hmmm, hm...

He takes another sip for the snow.

"We don't get as much snow where I'm from, but... well..." Ugh, he'd nearly frozen to death after, again a classic Val prank. Sigh.

"I've never... had relations on the moon." HA! There. There was no real time for such a thing to happen, up there.

Korrin takes a drink at mention of relations in the snow, without shame. "Hey, sometimes you just can't wait. And it's a good way to keep warm, you know."

But she pauses and lowers her drink at Kain's statement, an incredulous snort coming from her. "That would require getting there, which...uh, no. We haven't even gone beyond this continent. And--wait, Archfiend? You slept with a demon?"

Because that's what it sounds like. She forgets that it's her turn, intent on finding out what the hell he's talking about.

Doesn't surprise him at all to see the two of them taking a drink for his, Korrin looking particularly smug about it.

When Kain brings up his, Sam can only raise a brow and look at the man curiously. "The... moon..." Forget another continent, the moon wasn't even on this world, how would you ever reach that? Course the curiosity is quickly changed when Korrin highlights the fact that Kain did indeed say Archfiend. "Seriously?" That's a bit... concerning.

Kain sighs, is any of that so strange? Though he supposes the moon thing would be, it's not as if they make a habit of regular space travel on his world.

"Yes, I've been to the moon... we had to go, to confront a powerful, evil foe who wanted to destroy us..." Yes, it all sounds perfectly sane, doesn't it? He shakes his head. True, Valvalis is something inhuman, monstrous even when facing her in battle, but there's no way she counts as something like the darkspawn. "She's not a demon, not anything like the ones here. She's more of an... elemental being, an embodiment of the very wind itself."

"Well, you're the one who said 'Archfiend'; I don't know what other impression you were expecting that to have on us. So, you banged a spirit? I'll admit that's something I've never done or plan to...no, passing." She darts a 'Maker, that's just weird' look at Sam. Rifters, right?

"I remember you mentioning the moon before, but you were hideously drunk. You're not exactly sober now, either." Though admittedly, this isn't qunari hooch; he's not that far gone.

Sam certainly catches that look, and returns her with a 'I don't even' look of his own, shaking his head ever so slightly. So not a demon, but still, a spirit or... elemental being? Weird. So was all this talk about going to the moon.

Sighing, Sam raises a hand and lightly rubs at his eyes. "I think I'm far too sober for any of this."

"Ask me about the moon when I'm sober, and I'll tell it the same. If anyone else emerges from my world, they'll tell you too. I traveled to the moon. In the Lunar Whale." Kain pauses, realizes how it sounds and adds, "An airship. A specialized airship. Not... a whale."

Because whales flying to the moon is starting to go beyond levels of weird that even he can deal with in this state.

"...And... it's lonely on the mountain. I belong to her in a sense, I'm a creature of the wind. A human one. But... well... you get the idea.." He'd turned down Valvalis the first couple times, actually, but eventually after so much trolling and teasing, one day he'd just gone for it.

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