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[murderbaby]

Not to be gouache, but- did you know about the auction?

[pittance]

I am writing to — blah blah —

[ As though reading off a card: ]

Cordially issue an invitation — etcetera —

[ He doesn't attempt Wysteria's voice, but something of the cadence remains. ]

For an evening of dinner, dancing, and entertainment. This event has been arranged as a means to raise funds for the benefit of Riftwatch.

[murderbaby]

Ugh. Did she ask you to invite me?

I ask only so I can know how... annoyed I'm supposed to be, not to accuse you.

[Anymore.]

[pittance]

Just figured it had a plus-one. You alright? Don't remember much.

[ elbows at temple height. ]

[murderbaby]

I'm find. Annoyed, but... she must not have known what she was doing, or she'd have invited more elves.

But thank you for asking. I hope you made it through similarly unscathed.

[pittance]

Nothing ice won't cure. You think anyone's told her yet?

[murderbaby]

Ice? What happened?

[With the tone of someone rubbing their temples,] Why ever would someone tell a human such a thing.

[pittance]

Palmetto went for the shrimp tray.

[ palmier? palmeiro? whatever, the tall one. ]

And I'm not saying you or me does it.

[murderbaby]

...Ah. [Still no clue, having never spent much time around dwarves.]

Perhaps with a banner. Congratulations, you are a twit.

[pittance]

[ a snort — ]

Reckon she's heard that plenty. But that's why you're making that guide, right?

[murderbaby]

[A surprised laugh.] Yes. Yes, it is. I'd thought she'd been there more, and that would make her... more aware? My last valiance with optimism.

[pittance]

Draw the best maps in the world, lot of folks'll still only look at their house.

[murderbaby]

I'll try to keep it in mind, and a fair distance from her. I wish us both better luck with that.

...All the same, thank you for caring to invite me.

[pittance]

Hey, any time. I'll pick out all the best traps for us.

[murderbaby]

I meant that it was a kind thought.

In the future, try to find traps more elaborate and technical. The social type are fatal.

[pittance]

I dunno, you never met my third cousin. There's an antisocial fatality.

[murderbaby]

Dare I ask?

[pittance]

Sells clockwork. Builds these statues out of it — they're all over the house —

[murderbaby]

And when the hour strikes, a cacophony?

[pittance]

One of these days, the cuckoo's gonna take an eye out.

[murderbaby]

[With humor in his voice.] My sincerest condolences. The surface must seem a placid dream in comparison.

[Ha ha wait dwarves don't dream. Mhavos only realizes belatedly, and by then, there's nothing to be done for it.]