OPEN RP POST SIX

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[psychometer]

[Lien wrinkles her nose in return.]

Is that a good "you" or a bad "you?" Because c'mon, I can't be that much weirder than the people you associate with?

[delyrium]

[Okay. Well. She kind of has him there. Fenris hasn't exactly made a habit out of hanging out with the regular Joe Shmoe. If that's going to work for or against him is still unclear.]

Neither.

[Wait... that's a noncommital answer. As much as he plays the exasperated older brother type, Fenris at least owes Lien a bit more than that.]

I am... concerned. That our work may place you in more danger.

[Ugh.]

[psychometer]

Oooookay. Can't snark away that point.

[Lien nods leaning her chin on the top palm of her hand, thinking.]

Like, as much as I'd like to explore, that's probably not viable for a while until I gather my bearings. Maybe I can just move to a relatively safer place? Like, do some inconspicuous work where I wouldn't bother anyone and vice versa?

And when I mean inconspicuous, I mean nothing to do with moving corpses, because I already had my adventure with that one.

[yes, there is a story behind that, yes it is probably stupid.]

I mean, I can cook for one thing.

[delyrium]

[Okay, completely ignoring the whole ‘moving corpses’ bit (because at this rate, who in his friend group hasn’t dabbled in something similar), Fenris shoots Lien a quick side glance.]

You’re going to stay here.

Unless you find the accommodations lacking.

[Which is, of course, his way of offering his place to Lien for the time being. And only for the time being. Stupid!!!]

[psychometer]

Aw. I wanted to see Hawke.

[SADNESS. Well, feigned sadness anyways. Lien is a little surprised at his offer to stay in the mansion though.]

Er. I mean, it's no 5-star hotel, but... Yeah, I think that sounds okay for now?

[Lien sets down her cup of wine to stand up and look at the surroundings.]

... Gloomy, but if you let me fuss around a bit, I can make a nice space for myself. Oh!

[Her face lights up.]

I can cook for you!

[delyrium]

I'm not looking for a servant.

[The thought makes him a little uncomfortable even if he knows, logically, that Lien is only offering to help out of the goodness of her stupid nice heart. Stupid!!!!]

[Fenris huffs, rolls his shoulders, and takes another swig out of his wine bottle.]

If you want to make a space for yourself, however, go ahead.

[psychometer]

I'm not offering that you doofus.

[Like, she gets his hangups, but on the other hand c'mon!]

Let's face it, I know more about cooking, I don't mind doing it for fun and for surviving, and you just benefit because.

[She waves her hands in the air.]

Besties!!

[delyrium]

[Fenris sits patiently as Lien explains herself.]

[He even sits patiently through her little hand wave.]

[It takes a few moments, but he finally says, in as eloquent a manner as an elf of his standing can:]

No.

[psychometer]

Does a steak sandwich sound good to you or a bacon one?

[delyrium]

Neither.

[...Mostly because Fenris doesn't have the ingredients to make either of them.]

[But he's not about to let Lien know that!!!]

I just said I wasn't interested in someone to cook and clean for me. If you want to make yourself something, go ahead. I'm fine with this.

[Does he even have to gesture at the bottle in his hand?]

[psychometer]

Oh.

... Oh, yeah. Refrigerators don't exist... Damn it...

[She crosses her arms at him huffily.]

How can I make a bacon sandwich if I don't have the things for it then mister?? And also, must I list all the debilitating diseases that come with malnutrition to you again??

[delyrium]

No, you must not.

[Speaking of daunting lists, despite Hawke's best efforts, Fenris isn't exactly at the point where he can read grocery items yet, let alone in whatever strange tongue Lien speaks. It's a miracle those stupid fish in their ears are letting them understand one another even now.]

However, if you are so inclined to make something, I can accompany you to pick up supplies.

[He could also bring Lien to Hawke's place and have them both eat the Champion of Kirkwall out of house and home, but his pride will let him do anything but.]

[psychometer]

[Her cheeky smile returns.]

That's more like it! You'd be the perfect grocery shopping buddy in a city of vagabonds, vagrants, and very not nice people.

[Why yes, she did try to stretch out her alliteration, why do you ask]

This will be so fun! Oh, but I'll try to dial it down so I don't embarrass you. Not too much anyways.

Hmm... [She takes off her glasses, turning them over in her hands.]

Probably shouldn't wear these outside... Guess I could live without it, but I'm nearsighted...

walks in 10000 years late with cold starbucks

[delyrium]

[Fenris's mouth settles into a line as he sighs out of his nose at the implications.]

[Granted, Lien most likely isn't implying anything, he's just being a little Whiny McWhinerson about it.]

We can walk arm in arm if necessary.

It's better than having you wander off somewhere.

sits covered in cobwebs where's my starbucks fool

[psychometer]

[She has the look on her face where she's thinking about making an extremely stupid joke, but surprisingly she stops herself.]

So tomorrow morning then? I'll wake up early!

DRINKS IT IN FRONT OF YOU

[delyrium]

[And Fenris has the look on his face that someone gets when they smell/taste/even look at sour milk.]

I cannot wait.