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[fatherlesskind]

So this is Alistair speaking, you know, in case you somehow don't recognise the sound of my voice even though you're trying to talk to me. I'm not here or you'd be talking to me and not hearing this. You can leave me a message or share any juicy gossip or embarrassing secrets on this thing and I'll answer you or tell everyone I know when I find it. Maybe. Or maybe I won't because I don't want to talk to you and I'm really sitting here listening to you and laughing and just pretending not to be here, you'll never know! You should definitely share those embarrassing secrets though. I wouldn't tell everyone - just a few people and- *BEEP*

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[doglady]

[....Or she could save that treatment for someone deserving. Like anyone else. Anyone at all.

Alissa manages to both brighten and look worried at the same time at the idea of a game of diamondback. Oghren had taught her the basics of the game but, well, for one the dwarf had been drunk at the time (of course) and for two.... she's not very good at gambling. Tends to lose. A lot. But a friendly game would be fun... Though a huge fire might just be safer.]

Toasted marshmallows? Count me in! So long as I don't have to chop firewood.

[Since it was Anders' idea and all.]

And you can't have a bonfire without spooky stories!

[pussyfooted]

<sub>[Alissa has chosen well in her friends, because not only had Oghren "helped" Anders the same way, she also shares the defective gambling gene that Oghren had keenly taken advantage of more than once.

Do two bad gamblers make a right? If they somehow manage to defy reason and both lose, will the pillar of the universe start to crumble around them? It can't hurt to try. The worst that could happen is that they bring Wonderland down around their ears.]</sub>

It's settled! Drinking under the stars is how all the best stories start.

_{[Alissa's reward for shirking the manual labor is a smirk and a shrug.]}

Just stand next to a tree and stick your chest out a little. Someone will come. The Maker never fails to deliver when we most need Him.

[doglady]

I think you mean it's how all embarrassing stories start.

[Same thing. Maybe. That suggestion gets her a dubious look.] Every time I try that someone just comes along and hands me an axe.

[Alright, maybe she's exaggerating a little but she hardly needs to tell Anders that the Chantry was all about physical labour as a way to get closer to the Maker. Or just to keep their charges in line. So there had been no shortage of wood chopping in her templar days, no matter who else was around.

...Or maybe that's what she meant and she's planning to be the one handing over the axe. In which case better that Alissa gets plenty of energy now by digging into those snacks.]

Wait, can't you make a magic bonfire? Or just set a tree on fire?

[pussyfooted]

You're doing something wrong if "here's an axe" is the response you're getting. Have you tried... I don't know, bending over a little?

<sub>[For now, the thought of doing anything besides stretching on a cushion with a handful of popcorn is too much for Anders to contemplate, and she does so, hitting the pillow with a whomp like a heavy sack of beans. (She'll get up from her cushion nest in a minute. In a minute, she swears.)

Putting out her other hand to accept a nuzzle from one of the cats and scratch under his chin, she looks up the other woman from her prone position.]</sub>

Everything in moderation, isn't that what the Chantry teaches? It'd be cheating to use magic for everything.

_{[This comes from a completely pious place, of course, and not at all because for reasons like this when it's more fun not to use magic.]}