Let's ignore the whole cat thing, shall we? I've got a table for dinner for you and someone I'd like you to meet, as a date set up, at the place that does noodles. Rigoletto's. Tonight at seven, if that works?
I wouldn't say Snape knows it that well. Well enough to be able to cheer us on as he sees fit, but he's hardly good on a broom. [a mild snigger, slightly muffled.]
Good enough. You'll have to wield a bat on a broomstick, so I'm sure the skills are transferrable. You'll know how to move with the thing, if nothing else.
You're still dead, aren't you. I didn't think you'd die. Not you. You're Brienne. Like Aveline. The two of you were supposed to surval-- sur-- live. She did. But that's not both of you. You should come back. Soon. Really soon. Like yesterday. But there aren't time things here the way they are otherwise. Like me coming from one year and Hawke another. That doesn't work here for here. Here. It doesn't. That would probably be confusing if it did. Really confusing. Too confusing. So don't come back yesterday. Today would be good.
Yes. Sydni's a good healer, and if I need more help, I can always ask Hawke.
[If the situation were less touchy, she'd make Anders himself fix the mes he'd made, but something tells her a lecture would be poorly received, just lately.]
—ah, damn. That reminds me. She wants to do. [How does one describe what sounds suspiciously like a hair-braiding party, without seeming ridiculous?] Something. Some kind of get-together, I agreed to it because I'm a fool, but I can't back out now. I could use a little back-up.
I probably would not be the best person to keep you sane. Especially, considering... [ A pause. Oh, fine. Sansa has already did her hair once before and it was not bad. The only difference were the people involved.
I tried to tell her. I— she wasn't having any of it.
[She'd been afraid; more afraid even than Aveline.]
It was awful, like something you'd hear in a drunken joke. If Isabela ever comes back, Hawke's sure to tell her the whole sordid tale. I'll never hear the end of it.
[But Aveline is smiling right back, and it's just as audible.]
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[ which gives her enough time to find something nice to wear and attempt to look nice for this yay ]
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[Please don't stab Wesley.]
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You'd be remarkably good as a Beater.
You haven't any experience flying, of course. But I've heard you have other, similar talents?
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[ pause ]Yes, I suppose if riding horseback and wielding a sword count as a similarity.
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Good enough. You'll have to wield a bat on a broomstick, so I'm sure the skills are transferrable. You'll know how to move with the thing, if nothing else.
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[It's past midnight, but she's too tired to actually rest. She sighs.]
Hope the rest of the evening went quietly.
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[ it is a relief to know that she knows she didn't pass out from a concussion. ]
There was no trouble after you left, mage, Templar or otherwise. Things went fairly quiet.
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[Because clearly that's what you're most worried about, eh Brienne?]
I went to see Surana, he got me patched up.
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Are you sure?
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[If the situation were less touchy, she'd make Anders himself fix the mes he'd made, but something tells her a lecture would be poorly received, just lately.]
—ah, damn. That reminds me. She wants to do. [How does one describe what sounds suspiciously like a hair-braiding party, without seeming ridiculous?] Something. Some kind of get-together, I agreed to it because I'm a fool, but I can't back out now. I could use a little back-up.
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You want me to go with you? What sort of get together is this, exactly?
[ Usually Brienne is not the person people ask to social functions. This is an odd request. ]
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[There will be prettiness and hair braiding Brienne help.]
If I have to put up with being made to look pretty, someone else has to be there to keep me sane. [beat] ...I meant to say company.
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Ah.
I probably would not be the best person to keep you sane. Especially, considering... [ A pause. Oh, fine. Sansa has already did her hair once before and it was not bad. The only difference were the people involved.
Huh. ]
Alright. I will go with you, if you want.
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Invite Sansa, if you want. She'd like this sort of thing.
[And if she and Hawke get to talking, maybe Brienne and Aveline can slip out. Aveline hopes Brienne understands that.]
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I will. Sansa will enjoy it, I'm sure.
When did she have in mind?
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Try to get some rest. [ keyword here is try ] I will see you tomorrow.
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[ pause ] Of course. What can I do for you?
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I mean, of course. I would be honored.
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Effective immediately, by the way.
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Well. I kissed her first.
Actually, it's mutual, which is a relief— I'm acting like a teenager. That's probably a bit more than you needed, sorry.
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So you did tell her - in a way.
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I am happy for you. Both of you.
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[She'd been afraid; more afraid even than Aveline.]
It was awful, like something you'd hear in a drunken joke. If Isabela ever comes back, Hawke's sure to tell her the whole sordid tale. I'll never hear the end of it.
[But Aveline is smiling right back, and it's just as audible.]