Skilled is sometimes better than gentle.

Also my body is sturdy. Almost to a fault. I can endure a lot without it really bothering me.

.......please.

And some spices too, if you could.

Oh, and maybe a leek too. Those can actually be rather sweet the more you cook them down...

Good enough. I can roast this. And if we have potatoes that will be nice...

Oh, that part was not so bad.

What kind of meat is it.

My bag is explicably full of meat again

//NOW!

//play evil dolls with me NOW

//awful news i think i miss gortash

Wait. What was that.

Oh....yes. A very long nap...a few carafes of wine...no one having to bind me in my sleep. That sounds lovely.

//im still so mad about god gale im going to dissect him if thats what it takes to fix him

Withers gave me a little party hat so I guess that is that.

Okay.

[Deeply unceremonious, she scruffs the limp, broken corpse. Dragging it over to a window before performing a perfect hammer-throw of it out into the fort below.]

Do you want me to get rid of it or-

....feeling alright?

I think he trusted me until I punched him, too. Very strange.

Karlach and I did dribble him back and forth quite a bit but I am not quite sure how his neck is doing that.

This makes the breakup very real I suppose

Do you think he is mad at me

Yes, really.

Mhm....very well. Thank you, Miss Tulip.

Happy to give it.

Like I said, it does not suit me.

I do deserve that much, yes.

...

If you change your mind, my ears are as open as always. But you know yourself well, and I would not force you.

Think nothing of it.

[Her face is impassive again. Eyes watchful, unblinking.]

I have wine to drink, if you wish to dismiss me.

That seems a very vague confirmation but I will accept.

I have a sense you will make good use of them. Better than me, anyway.

Mm. Right.

[Her eyes narrow, and she huffs shortly before looking away. She reaches for something strapped to her belt, unhitching it and dropping it at his feet. A rough-hewn, makeshift scabbard. Two blades within, a sword and dagger.]

Those were Orin's. Buried in my skull once, too.