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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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crystal, on Honesty Day.

[byblow]

Not anymore. I know I'm your favorite.

[ He manages to sound pleased and a little sulky at the same time. ]

Are you finished? I want to know about Mia.

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[ombranera]

You will always be my favorite, Alistair.

[ He feels a little guilty, what with Lucci on his shoulder- but it is still true. ]

Ah- she said she loved me and she kissed me.

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[byblow]

[ Lucci can be his ultimate favorite as long as Alistair remains his favorite Warden, human, or person-who-is-not-his-literal-child. That's fine. He'll allow it. ]

Annnnd?

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[ombranera]

And...that's it. She does not desire me in the carnal sense. She does not desire much of anyone. It is like what we have, the sentiment without the wanting, though more romantic than platonic.

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[byblow]

[ There's a briefly discontented pause, during which he first wishes Mia would put out and then recognizes the hypocrisy. Again: very brief. ]

That's sweet, though. Does she get along with Doghren?

[ #priorities ]

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[ombranera]

Quite well, but Doghren still loves you best.

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[byblow]

For now, maybe. I told her I couldn't look after a dog.

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[ombranera]

When the house is done she will love you every day, yes? We are making good progress.

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[byblow]

[ Alistair doesn't think he'll be here very long, one way or another, but since I have the all-seeing OOC eye and know that he will, and also because he doesn't want to be a downer, he doesn't drag this conversation in that depressing direction. More carefully: ]

You are. It's impressive.

crystal, on Honesty Day.

[ombranera]

I am not sure what will be larger, the larder or the kitchen. Likely the larder, with as much feeding as you Wardens need.