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[wenche]

Brienne of Tarth
SUMMON - MISSIVE - PARCEL

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[wenche]

No. Well— that is— I mean, you were very kind.

( well. )

Eventually.

( is that a little rueful amusement coming through the connection...? )

[pharmacy]

I mean, I can take a hint eventually. Just takes me a couple bops on the nose, but I'm housetrained and everything.

Look, I'll leave you alone. I just--wanted to make sure we were cool. We're cool, right?

[wenche]

( she has never been on this end of social status, and she must scramble to assume what he means based on what he said earlier, but she sounds incredibly stilted when she replies: )

Yes, Quentin of Ohio. I am... cool. And you are cool.

[pharmacy]

[ She done good...good enough. ]

Alright. Good night, Brienne of Tarth. I'll look for you in the morning. Fuckin...stay warm in this shithole.