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[cozen]

Do you know how to make any Rivaini food?

—I suppose all food becomes Rivaini food, if you make it.

[staysail]

That's a very good point. Never thought of it that way.

In addition to that, yeah, I can make some foods particular to Rivain. Or most popular, at least. Have you got a craving?

[cozen]

I have never had Rivaini food. Or perhaps a bit, at some party or another, if it was en vogue for a season. Nothing I remember now. But Athessa—do you know Athessa?

[staysail]

I'd call your lack of education tragic, but it'd only be a little tragic. I don't know if the old Rivani were thinking of anyone but themselves when they were grilling pig ears.

I know Athessa, aye.

[cozen]

Aye.

[ Musing, more than mocking, like it's a hat he's trying on for himself. Practice for when he has to pretend to be a pirate. ]

Athessa has been to Rivain, and she has said she misses the food. So I was hoping—well, perhaps not the pig ears.

[staysail]

Or perhaps the pig ears. She might like 'em. I do. She didn't happen to say what she missed, did she? Name any names? Or just a general missing?

[cozen]

General nostalgia. I should have asked. Perhaps the pig ears... Does Yseult like the pig ears?

[staysail]

She's not keen, if you can believe it. She'll do the stew and the fish especially. She's not choosy, particularly, but she knows what she likes. Anyhow, if it's nostalgia we're cooking for, I can manage that. Do enough of the favorites, we'll be bound to find the right combination.

Can I ask why we're doing this?

[cozen]

Because I would like to do something nice for her, and because I would like to trap you in a room with me for a while and make you tell me stories. Two birds. One dinner.

[hassaran]

[ Passing through the background of Darras's crystal, Yseult confirms: definitely not the pig ears. ]

[staysail]

Not the pig ears.

[--Adding volume to Yseult's ultimatum. He's already smiling at Bastien's proposal; Yseult makes that smile worse.]

At least you're honest in your motives. I like that. I'll give you your dinner, and your stories, as a reward. Now, when I have to upend the storerooms and larder for the former, can I give them your name?

sorry!! i forgot i wouldn't get notifs for replies to someone else's comment here

[cozen]

You could, but I will take care of it. When I am back from Orlais. You can tell me what we will need. I will find it all. All you have to do is show up and talk.

you SHOULD BE sorry

[staysail]

Easiest job I've ever had. You're on.

What's in Orlais?

[cozen]

Far too many Tevinters, these days.

[staysail]

Infestation, is it. Be sure you take care. Can you do a Vint accent?

[cozen]

Not a good one. Can you?

[staysail]

'Can'. 'Should' is the real question.

[cozen]

Go on. For the cause.

[staysail]

You'll laugh at me.

[cozen]

I won't.

[staysail]

Mercenary.

[--but fondly. And then, a very clear break, like a performer taking the stage, before he launches into something so exaggeratedly Tevintery--]

'You will laugh at me because it is ri-dic-u-lous and a joke, like Tevinter.'

[cozen]

[ He has enough self control that he could choose not to laugh. But he does laugh, because he's only bound to his word when money has changed hands, and sometimes not even then. ]

Fantastic.

[staysail]

[With mock offense, he sighs.]

Oh, a mercenary and a liar, is it?

[cozen]

Exactly so, Monsieur l'Amiral.

Did you encounter Tevinter very often before you joined us?

[staysail]

Very infrequently. Sailing all the way around Rivain to the Boeric is a bloody slog, and it puts you too close to Par Vollen besides. And it's hot as... whatever the opposite of a witch's tit would be. Toes?

If you need someone to do a Vint accent, I'll call Yseult back. She'll do a lesson. Unless you can do one, and you're only being modest.