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Taking me out for a night on the town, huh? Can't say I'm surprised. Still, a little warning would be nice, seeing as I left the good vest at home.

Don't give me that eyebrow raise. We both know which vest I'm talking about. You know, the smaller one, with the buttons that go down to-

[ a hearty laugh ]

Minx.

I think this'll work out. And if it doesn't, well. I guess I'll just shoot you. Deal?

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I wouldn't say sponges. Perhaps... Buckets. With holes.

[ She crosses her arms, shaking her head a little. ]

We find our way somehow, Varric. There is always a Drake here, a bandit there... Though it's rather routine now. Dreadful.

Guess there's always crocheting. I bet potholders made by the slayer of dragons would catch a pretty coin in some circles.

Perhaps a line of silken scarves, or mittens for the winter?

I hear little sweaters for cats is very "in" around Hightown. Hell, I'll take up embroidery and we'll customize it.

I'd say to get your buddy Sandal in for some glow in the dark special orders, but after seeing what he did to those poor sods in the Templar Hall, probably not a solid investment unless there's a problem with the stray cat population.

[ he outstretches a hand, mimicking a news headline ] Champion of Kirkwall's Cat Sweaters, Keeping Hightown Feline Fine!

[ She laughs, barely resisting her urge to raise her eyebrow and tease. ]

I'm not sure I could do that to poor Anders. He's very sore that the Grey Wardens took his kitten away, you know.

[a grin as Varric scratches under his jaw ]

Right, forget that Blondie's got a soft spot for the little vermin. [ he blinks ] Guess I also forgot he owes me ten silvers from our last round of cards. Hard fellow to get a hold of lately, mind passing on the message?

It would be my pleasure. I do wonder why he keeps putting money on cards - he barely has enough for bandages, letting alone games.

[ A sigh. ]

I suppose we all have our vices.

It's probably for...mage charity. Rights. Or something. I don't know after a while I tune the guy out on his diatribes. Only so many times I can rhyme "oppression" in the verses, you know?

[ the grin goes bigger ]

Not me, vice free.

Suppression, obsession, possession... I suppose you do run out after a while. All the words are rather fitting, however.

[ She hides a snort, shaking her head. ]

I shan't bring up the ale, or the crossbow, or the spying or the storytelling, shall I?

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