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crystal // note // action

Full of shit! [ says Nell, but she is laughing even as she emphasizes. ] I was still practically a nun when you left, vow of chastity and all.

Mmmm.

[ Like she’s proving his point. Or maybe like he’s thinking about nuns. But— ]

You honestly weren’t fucking anyone?

When did you leave? Eighteen, nineteen? I didn't fuck anyone until I was at least twenty-three. -ish. Thereabouts. I cared about rules, remember?

Stop thinking about nuns.

No.

[ Are there nuns in Thedas? There are now. ]

I cared about the rules, too, but there are limits. Twenty-three. Maker. That explains so much.

It does, doesn't it?

Is it going to take you twenty-three years to answer my question, too?

First of all, it's a hard question! And second, I'm drawing it out for your benefit. Where's the fun in a quick, easy answer?

I had follow-up questions. A whole tournament bracket.

You'll have to re-seed because I've made my decision, and it's both. At the same time. And pray that they balance each other out somehow.

Now you’ve ruined everything.

It's the right answer.

Debatable.

The Ambassador or the Scoutmaster?

Ambassador. All that teeth-grinding obsession with honor has to have some outlet. I bet she's secretly wild.

Like a nun.

[ Mmm. ]

Would you take your threesome with Coupe and Thranduil over either of them?

A bit like a nun.

I don't know, what was the Scoutmaster like?

Better for me than she would be for you.

[ Based on his one encounter. ]

But the desk was her idea. For what that’s worth.