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[galvanising]

Aren't all your pants fucking pants?

[exequy]

That's—

[ Not funny, he was going to say, but it's such a good line.

So, a pause, and then grudgingly: ]

—hilarious.

[galvanising]

Thank you!

[exequy]

But I can’t wear it.

[galvanising]

Wear what?

[ believe it or not he is not the sole focus of her attention ]

Oh, you were serious? Did she leave her pants?

[exequy]

[ sounds fake ]

She—yes. But I'm not wearing them. They might even be too small for you.

[galvanising]

Is she ill?

[galvanising]

Or an elf?

I'm just trying to imagine how that would be possible.

[exequy]

An elf. Possibly sick. Are there any diseases that cause people to steal clothing?

[galvanising]

...delusions? I don't know. Maybe she just figured she could cut your pants into two pairs for herself.

[exequy]

[ He makes a noise that vaguely acknowledges Nell is being funny again, and pauses, and, ]

You aren’t going to bring me new pants, are you.

[galvanising]

[ she sighs, exaggeratedly heavy ]

What will you do if I don't?

[exequy]

Wear my shirt as a skirt like a Fereldan barbarian and use every second of the walk back to plan revenge.

[galvanising]

On me or her?

[exequy]

You. She's probably halfway to Tantervale by now.

[galvanising]

Tantervale? [ disgusted noise. ] You deserve what you get fucking one of them. The accent alone!

[exequy]

She wasn't talking.

[galvanising]

She must've spoken at some point, at the beginning.

[ now she's just stalling. she sighs, loudly again. ]

Fine, I'll bring you pants. But you owe me. And they're going to be too big.

[exequy]

I'll plot—the opposite of revenge.

[galvanising]

You'd better. I'm giving up Round 2 for this.

[exequy]

[ He sucks air through his teeth. What a sacrifice. ]

If you could get away with it after, I can wait.