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We held our own, aye. Not that it's doing us much good at the moment. But we rescued some more rifters--there's a pair of massive elves the size of qunari. [That, if anything, ought at least to distract Myr, if Simon knows his friend well.

He concedes the point about the idyllic setting and the weather with a smirk, even if it can't be seen.] Smartarse. Don't be jealous.

Anyway, I've nothing serious against Wardens. They just think so highly of themselves that they're not much fun. I'm sure I could find one who'd be a decent partner, in a pinch.

But it wouldn't be the same, no. I might have to put some real effort in. [It's meant solely in a fraternal sort of ribbing spirit, gentle trash-talking between friends, but he realizes only after the fact that it might strike too close to home with Myr, and he doesn't know how to rectify it without making it worse.]

--so...you'd best keep up the practice.

[Simon does know Myr well.] The size of qunari? You're having me on--elves don't get that big. What are they even feeding them on the other side of the Fade?

[Then he breathes out a huff of laughter.] Me? Jealous? Not ever. Simply missing the northern sunshine you're getting so much of.

Ah-- [He knows the spirit that's meant in. It's the kind of thing he'd said to the Hasmal templars in times past--the sort of banter all of Philomela's apprentices traded in the halcyon times before their Circle broke.

Before Myr wasn't one of them any longer.

He has to take a moment to hear it the way Simon meant it, not as his mind wants to twist it (~~no one would take you seriously in a fight and you're a fool for thinking so~~).] --Just for that I'm putting you on your ass when you get back here, Ser Ashlock.

[He manages to sound playful about it, at least. It's getting easier to do.]

[There's audible relief in the way he laughs at that, even if he's trying to hide it.] Go on and try, then. I suppose there is precedent. [His own ego isn't so important that he can't remind Myr earnestly of that. They've always felt evenly-matched, in their way. Even if it is Simon's job--more than a job; his entire raison d'etre--to be able to take a mage down instantly should he really need to, that doesn't need to come into play. Not like this; not between friends. Not even when Myr still calls him 'ser.']

I don't know what they're feeding them, but I want some. I've got a status to maintain. I can't be doing with elves twice my size. [Or anyone, for that matter.] In any case, I still think you're better off back in Kirkwall than here, and I'd trade you if I could, but I'll bring you back a souvenir if you like.

[I suppose there is precedent. Even if he'd been inclined to nurse the unintentional wound Simon's words had left, that would do for taking away some of the sting.] You wait and see. Even if you do get the secret of giant growth out of those enormous elves and end up of a size to wrestle dragons, I've got tricks at my disposal still.

[Knight-enchanters were known for bearding dragons in their lairs, after all. What's one extra-large shem compared to that? ~~Even an extra-large very distracting shem.~~] Come back in one piece, is all I ask--the lot of you, I mean, [hastily amended.] Though I'll be very put out if the rest of them make it back without you.

[.......He is making such a hash of this.] But if you find a weird seashell or something that looks promising, I'll take it.

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I'll bet you do. Can't wait to see them. [He worries momentarily that he'd sounded sarcastic when he's been going for more wry teasing, and worries half-consciously in the back of his mind that he'd sounded flirtatious. This is not a worry he could afford to bring to the forefront of his mind, and so it gets nowhere close.

But nonetheless, he doesn't know what to do with the faint little rush of adrenaline that comes from that heartfelt plea, nor the way it feels like a very small vacuum in his gut when Myr clarifies, nor the whiplash of that quick second amendment. He's quiet on the other end of the crystal for a moment, unsure what he trusts himself to say.]

Well, I'd--I'd hope so.

--All right. A weird seashell. Or if I can't find that, maybe some sort of nice tropical fruit. Though it might not be very appetizing by the time I get back, depending.

Make it worth my while and you will. [...Well. Whether or not Simon had intended to be flirtatious...

It's his turn to worry when Simon goes quiet, chewing at his lower lip and wondering if all of that was a step too far.

...But hasn't he hasn't been hung up on, so it seems like not.]

...If you could make it work--somebody out there's got to know enough frost magic they could keep a box of fruit cold. The right glyph would do it. Though I s'pose that's a waste of Inquisition resources. [Sigh.] Coconuts keep, though. Do they have coconuts?

[It's not so much that it's too far, only that he knows it shouldn't be making the back of his neck feel flushed and warm the way it is. How would he make it worth Myr's while? How would he even ask? Best, probably, to let it go and keep everything in the realm of propriety.]

You and your glyphs. [The tone is admiring. He isn't accustomed to knowing mages who can invent spells for practical purposes, making life easier for everyone.] Can they really do that? It's a moot point; there's nobody here who works them like you do, but for future reference...

I'll make it my mission to find you a coconut. What you do with it is up to you.

[Teasing,] And what about "me and my glyphs"? Ought I to say "you and your swordplay" in the same tone, ser? [He would, of course; he admires Simon's martial prowess very much. It's an admiration (he tells himself) he's got for all templars. Maybe it's a little stronger and more personal with Simon because they're friends and sparring partners, but only a little.]

They can indeed. If it's a small enough box it's not so difficult to use a very small glyph to keep it cold; do it right and it barely requires any attention to maintain. Though more usually you'd want to use a rune for that, so you can use your cold box over and over again without relying on a mage to keep it going.

Put it somewhere I can admire such a thoughtful gift until I've decided on eating it, probably. Though there's a lot of mischief you can get up to with a coconut.

Have you ever had one? Maybe I'll share.

I wouldn't mind if you did; I'm proud of the swordplay. [And he does do his best to show it off to Myr, in whatever ways he can without Myr's being able to see it. He tells himself he'd care just as much about anyone else's good opinion.]

I suppose I've never thought about all the little practical things magic can be used for. And we lived in the only places where anyone would've had the privilege. Seems almost a waste that we didn't do more with it in Ansburg.

But never mind that. You're going to have to elaborate on this. What kind of 'mischief' can you possibly do with a coconut?

You and your swordplay. [Equally admiring, perhaps a touch wistful; it would be nice to see the swordplay. (And the swordsman, much as he will not admit it.)]

A great waste. [His voice goes a little quieter; there's a certain tightness in his chest he's got to speak around.] Though there's a great deal of practical magic that gets out into the world thanks to the Formari. But it seems people are easier around magical things than they are mages.

[...This is not a topic he wants to dwell on. Not when he doesn't know how often he'll be able to talk to Simon in the coming days.

He'll talk about coconuts instead, and gladly.]

Lots. Starting with the whole fruit-- I could add a coconut tree to Sina's forest, [with ... several months of work], or lob it at someone. Or put an explosive glyph on it and then lob it at someone--like the Venatori.

There's a hundred things you can do with the insides and the shell if you open it up. The oil's useful for anything you might need a little grease for--and better-tasting than tallow, if you're greasing something you're minded to put in your mouth. [That could be construed innocently. Maybe. His tone certainly isn't suggestive.] Dry the fruit and grind it to a powder and you can really infuriate an alchemist by replacing anything whitish in their inventory.

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