Retesting Voice;

[hawkethis]

Oh no, I'll have to insist you stop that right now. Didn't your mother ever tell you no sad faces were allowed at the dinner table? Harp on it constantly, if we're being honest with each other? Which, by the by, we're not. I would never say such things about my mother.

You could rival Fenris and Anders combined with that pout, but I'm afraid it's not in the least bit convincing. No, serrah, pouts and frowns and sad pitiful things absolutely do not work on me at all.

Don't you give me that look.

You know all you have to do is say the word. That's how a partnership works, isn't it? Though offering coin with the beck-and-call helps ease the sting a bit...that's not going to work, is it? Someday, perhaps. The point is, all this moping about like my shadow's this awful thing to stand in is ridiculous.

Maker, you're turning into my brother. If I asked nicely, would you stop?

Proactivity. Iniative. Yadda, yadda, do I sound authoritative enough to get you to listen yet?

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[hawkethis]

Have we tried the one that's supposed to bash your head into a wall, or however that went?

[hawkethat]

The something wallbanger? I don't think we have, no.

[hawkethis]

Mmm, something like that. I don't pay half as much attention to the names as I probably should. One day they'll hand me arsenic, and I'll be perfectly content with it.

...Do you think you could survive that?

[hawkethat]

Which one, arsenic or the wallbanger?

[hawkethis]

The arsenic. I'd never doubt actual alcohol. [EEEEEEEven though she probably still should, regardless. We don't want any "drunk in strange bathrooms" stories in here, do we?]

[hawkethat]

Well, I did survive a high dragon. That's kind of like arsenic, isn't it?

[No, Hawke. No, it isn't.]

[who said anything about "drunk in strange bathroom" stories]

[hawkethis]

In the feeling like everything's burning sense, maybe.

[STOP ENCOURAGING IT, HAWKE.]

[no one. yet.]

[hawkethat]

You realize if you dare me to drink it you're going to have to drink it, too.

[Hawke. Hawke, stop. Stop this conversation right now.]

[/cough

Oh, good]

[hawkethis]

As if I would let you make me look bad.

[They are both going to die. GAME OVER, MAN, GAME OVER. If you die outside your game, you die in real life!]

[hawkethat]

Well, good. I'm glad that's settled, then.

[Uh, Hawke, you didn't actually settle anything...]