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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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[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.]}