"Hey, don't worry about it." Varric's smile was apologetic as he lowered the...self-indulgent portrait of himself surrounded by beautiful women. He nearly winced as he realized just how that must have looked...especially to a shy, Dalish fan who'd...come up to his table. To see if he really was...you know...
The author.
She was blushing and fidgeting. If someone had embarrassed Daisy this badly, he'd probably have punched them in the teeth. She wasn't Daisy, of course, but he wasn't usually the asshole in these situations, either.
"You know what, I've got a box of spares," Varric said amiably and held the book out to her. True, he'd brought this one in here to give to someone else, but he could snag another. Skyhold didn't need a crate of them on hold and it wasn't like he was going to sell them himself. He paid people (more than he wanted to, in fact) to do exactly that.
"This one's all yours, I'll even sign it if you want."
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He certainly felt like one.
"Hey, don't worry about it." Varric's smile was apologetic as he lowered the...self-indulgent portrait of himself surrounded by beautiful women. He nearly winced as he realized just how that must have looked...especially to a shy, Dalish fan who'd...come up to his table. To see if he really was...you know...
The author.
She was blushing and fidgeting. If someone had embarrassed Daisy this badly, he'd probably have punched them in the teeth. She wasn't Daisy, of course, but he wasn't usually the asshole in these situations, either.
"You know what, I've got a box of spares," Varric said amiably and held the book out to her. True, he'd brought this one in here to give to someone else, but he could snag another. Skyhold didn't need a crate of them on hold and it wasn't like he was going to sell them himself. He paid people (more than he wanted to, in fact) to do exactly that.
"This one's all yours, I'll even sign it if you want."