Meg snickered, taking the plate quickly so as not to drop it. Embarrassing him was too easy, Ruth would torture him mercilessly in the past, until Nairn paid him back in kind. Then as he hissed into her ear that it wasn’t an unappealing way to go, her grin would falter. Her head turned to allow her furrowed brow to follow after him, [color=#008e02]“not allowed, but I’ll bring you close,” [/color]and while she knew he was perhaps joking, rolled her eyes back to the dwarves as he mulled over dinner.
She’d ask for copies of everything the dwarves would allow, already preparing her space in her mind back in Arlathan to begin her studies. If she had more specific questions she could return, spend some time with the dwarves in their workshop and the three could talk more. There was enough material to begin with, Meg was playing catch up to his near decade of learning to live with it.
He knew his limits, but it still didn’t make her worry less. If something failed, she wanted to have a contingency.
When he came back enquiring about her drinking, her hands paused when rolling up the blueprints. [color=#008e02]“I… got a taste for Starky Brew, during the Inquisition days, but not since… Skyhold’s party? Ruth put me to bed before Ten.”[/color] Two pints was her limit, and she usually sipped at one all night, her tolerance near zero compared to that of the herb in her pipe. She’d hand off the roll back to the engineer, picking up her plate on the return. Before leaving the table entirely, fingertips brushed along his arm, [color=#008e02]“Your’s looks good,”[/color] eyeing his plate, [color=#008e02]“be right back.” [/color]
A quick peck landed on the top of his head and Meg’s grin grew slightly smug as she perused the selection once reached.
She’d ask for copies of everything the dwarves would allow, already preparing her space in her mind back in Arlathan to begin her studies. If she had more specific questions she could return, spend some time with the dwarves in their workshop and the three could talk more. There was enough material to begin with, Meg was playing catch up to his near decade of learning to live with it.
He knew his limits, but it still didn’t make her worry less. If something failed, she wanted to have a contingency.
When he came back enquiring about her drinking, her hands paused when rolling up the blueprints. [color=#008e02]“I… got a taste for Starky Brew, during the Inquisition days, but not since… Skyhold’s party? Ruth put me to bed before Ten.”[/color] Two pints was her limit, and she usually sipped at one all night, her tolerance near zero compared to that of the herb in her pipe. She’d hand off the roll back to the engineer, picking up her plate on the return. Before leaving the table entirely, fingertips brushed along his arm, [color=#008e02]“Your’s looks good,”[/color] eyeing his plate, [color=#008e02]“be right back.” [/color]
A quick peck landed on the top of his head and Meg’s grin grew slightly smug as she perused the selection once reached.
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