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[illuminescent]

[She almost blushes into her sandwich: how embarrassing, but there is a little pride there, too.]

He said truly vile things, and I lost myself in my own rage, but yes. In his left eye. I carry a little dagger where I go, and it was very quick.

[The thing about Lucy is that she is okay with hearing this sort of thing.]

My brothers are very careful with me, and most suitors wish to court my sister anyway, so you are right in that regard. I have very little knowledge about men, even as friends.

[whathawksdo]

He seems to have that effect on most people. You think after so many times, he might learn, but no, no, not Dorian Gray. Maker forbid that man ever have a second thought.

[ She has to wonder what it says about herself that she can even tolerate the man for as long as she does from time to time. ]

Well, no matter. I imagine he'll stay away for awhile now. [ Though perhaps Hawke should have some words with him... ] And I wouldn't worry. It's only a matter of time before you bring some poor boy home for your Musketeers to loom judgmentally over. A word of advice, I would suggest picking one that's good at evading swords...

[illuminescent]

[She covers her mouth with her hand for a minute.]

For which the High King blesses them all, I'm sure.

[And her eyebrows go up, and she's blushing a little.]

Yes, I'll have to choose someone quite immune to Athos' glare.

[whathawksdo]

[ There we go. Happier topic, no more dwelling on awful things that awful Gray has said. ]

Though if we're already on that topic, has anyone caught your eye?

[ As tough as Hawke is, that does not at all mean she's above gossiping about men. Well, boys in Lucy's case, but at least if Lucy's doing all the talking, this will remain PG. It might also give her enough time to actually eat a sandwich while the girl goes on and on about someone. At least, she can hope...

The answer could just as easily be no. ]

[illuminescent]

[She looks a little embarrassed; she has at least that much grace.]

If I did, I would tell you, surely.

It is hard to compare any man to d'Artagnan. They would have to be handsome indeed.

[She does this every time - she's not attracted to d'Artagnan that way, but she likes to tease and sigh and pretend, because it makes him squirm and laugh at her.]

[whathawksdo]

If you're comparing every boy to d'Artagnan, there's an unfortunate chance you may end up alone for quite some time...

[ Teenage boys versus a musketeer is really unfair, but she can't exactly fault the girl's tastes. Speaking of tastes, yeah, she's going to finally get around to eating one of those sandwiches now. ]

[illuminescent]

Oh yes, I have been quite spoiled in that regard.

[She's still teasing, and unfair. Because really, he's clever and kind and dashing, on top of his very good looks. And Lucy has to live with him.]

So I suppose I am doomed to spinsterdom. Although it is very odd, here, I have found many of the boys my age to be quite a challenge.

[whathawksdo]

Oh, spinsterdom isn't so bad. You get to keep the bed to yourself, no expectations for children... [ Though bringing up boys her age, well. ] They are trying, aren't they? But they can't all be idiots, I'm sure.

[ One sandwich through (as they were many, they are also quite small), she turns to nod back towards the fridge. ]

Anyway, if you are hanging out for awhile, it wouldn't do not to offer you a drink. You know, as a welcome to the "I Injured Dorian Gray" club.

[illuminescent]

I do not think so. At least, certainly no one has done anything I would consider courting.

[She sits up a little when drinks are mentioned.]

Do you mean liquor?

[whathawksdo]

No, no, I meant annoying, not that. [ Hawke can't help but chuckle. ] And, yes, liquor.

Or wine or beer. Between Pavus [ For she's really just going to start using her housemate's last name when dealing with people who hate the other Dorian. ] and myself, we probably have a bit of everything here.

[illuminescent]

Have you toffee-apple brandy?

[Only in Narnia, because toffee-apples don't grow anywhere else.]

[whathawksdo]

No, but I do have a nice spiced rum.

[ Though she wishes she had toffee-apple brandy. Toffee-apple brandy sounds good, like candy in a glass. ]

[illuminescent]

Then I will have some of that, please.

[Brightly said!]

[whathawksdo]

Have you ever had it before?

[ But she'll go fetch it regardless, along with two short tumblers. Of course, the rum isn't kept in the fridge and she isn't going to water it down with ice, so we're pouring this straight. Once poured out, she'll slide one glass over to Lucy. ]

[illuminescent]

The men of Telmar make it from sugarcane, which is prolific in their land.

[She takes the glass, and smells it carefully.]

I hope it is as good at theirs.

[whathawksdo]

Likely a lot more burny than you might be used to.

[ Yes, burny. It's not quite as smooth as the best alcohol out there, across all the worlds. ]

But it does the job.

[illuminescent]

Do I sip it?

[She knows different liquors have different rules.]

[whathawksdo]

[ The temptation to tell her to shotgun it is incredible, but she won't. She isn't sure that anyone else would find that as funny as she would. ]

Sip. [ There, she's being nice. ] If we had shot glasses, it'd be different, but this a bit more than what you'd be able to put down in one go.

[illuminescent]

Yes, all right.

[Okay, so, sipping. It's warm and has that alcoholic edge, but Lucy looks so pleased. It's very sweet, she enjoys that.]

[whathawksdo]

See? All better now? Food, drink, and absolutely no worries about the awful Dorian Gray.

[ Things are fixed now, right? Right. She'll self-congratulate herself for being such a good fixer-upper by sipping her own drink. ]

[illuminescent]

You are truly my savior today, Hawke.