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[cheesewheels]

Alistair here! Leave me a message, and I'll get back to you. Unless I've been kidnapped by giants, in which case--[in a higher-pitched voice]--please rescue me?

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[espouses]

[ There's a lot of clattering, noise and general disarray sounds coming from their joint bathroom where Hawke is experimenting with the new technology. Having just come back from a war she had crashed, slept for hours, and woken up feeling the dire need to crawl into a bath and scrub herself clean until her skin was red and sore.

Of course, walking into the side room, she realised there was no metal tub for her to use. Instead, there was simply some strange magic that allowed her to turn a lever and generate warm water, enough for her to shower for as long as she liked. Without even getting in, half-dressed in her traditional finery and eyes alight, she opens the door to Alistair's room without hesitation and simply beams, beyond thrilled. ]

Have you seen the magic that we have been given, your highness? You really should come and look, it makes bathing seem much less like the chore people call it.

[cheesewheels]

[Alistair glances up from the book he's currently examining--a newly acquired history of Asgard, because it pays to be prepared--to find his suitemate standing in a state of disarray, grinning at him madly.

A state of disarray showing off a lot of leg, Maker. Eyes on the face, eyes on the face, and try not to look startled.]

I'm not king of anything here, you know. You can just call me Alistair.

[They're clearly going to be spending a fair amount of time together, as evidenced by the fact that she's in his room in the first place. He can't imagine being your Highnessed by her; he's still getting used to it in general.]

And no, I haven't. What's so magical about it?

[espouses]

[ She crosses her arms over her chest, almost a little amused. She knows exactly what it's like when a person is deliberately not looking at her - Anders did it often enough for her to be an expert, really - and it was almost kind of sweet that his Royal Highness was keeping his eyes up.

Sweet, yes, and charming, but also funny. ]

You're still King where I'm from, it seemed polite. I could call you Dog Lord if you're really sour on formality.

[ She walks over to the bed, sitting down quite casually and crossing her legs before she leans forward. ]

It has a lever that you turn and it simply gives you hot water. No boiling or fires needed.

[cheesewheels]

Dog Lord? [He pouts. Very kingly.] I don't smell that bad.

[He knows he could use a bath, but when you're on the road and battling, you put concerns like "is my hair getting a little too sweaty" aside for later consideration. And when he got back, he just wanted to sleep in a real bed and read up on everything they're doing here. Bathing's going to happen eventually, though! Really!

Especially once he hears the good news.]

We're going to have to spend more time together, Hawke. I can't tell if you're pulling my leg or not.

[espouses]

Maybe not, but you are from Ferelden. That's what we're called now, didn't you know?

[ She wishes she could prove a point by summoning her mabari in, but Bee didn't follow her on this adventure. Perhaps another time - he must have experience enough with them. She'd heard the stories about the Hero of Ferelden and how they travelled with the to-be King to face the Blight. ]

I assure you, Alistair, if I was pulling your leg you'd know. [ She probably shouldn't flirt with a king, but how could she help herself? ] Go ahead and try it. It's like having a mage friend warm the water just for you ---

Reminds me to ask Anders about that.

[cheesewheels]

Oh, are we? By who?

['Everyone else in Kirkwall,' he assumes the answer is, but he's never left Ferelden before. And it's not an epithet that has a great deal of currency in Denerim, from what he's seen so far.

But never mind that, he wants to see this hot water of hers. As he's walking into the bathroom, he calls over his shoulder.]

Who's Anders?

[espouses]

Everyone not in Ferelden.

[ Hawke rolls over on the bed, watching him absently. She's curious to see how he reacts to the magic of the bathing chamber they've been given - and, of course, getting to watch a handsome man walk away has never been something she's been loathe to do.

Finally, she sits up again, swinging her legs over and walking to hover at the door. ]

A friend of mine. Mage, Grey Warden, pain in the arse and the best damn healer this side of the Waking Sea.

[cheesewheels]

Oooh. Now I can't wait to meet the foreign dignitaries.

[Once he's in the bathroom, he gives the tub a look. It's built into the wall, which is interesting enough. And there's the lever, and also a swishy curtain he assumes is merely for privacy. It makes an odd crinkling noise as he brushes past it to reach said lever, unlike any fabric he's seen before. Iiiiiiinteresting.

When water starts hurtling out of a metal...dispenser thingy into the tub, he jumps back in surprise. Water! So much water! And when he hesitantly reaches over to touch the gushing torrent of water, it's warm.]

Andraste's flaming sword--! That's amazing.

[So yeah, he forgot about Anders for the moment. We'll come back to that.]

[espouses]

You're going to love the Knight Commander. I can feel it.

[ Hawke grins as she watches him explore, a little more wary than she'd been - but she's always been an "action first, think about it later" type of woman. It's what got her into half of the messes she found herself in at home in the first place and she had done her best to not get involved as much here, but... There's only so much you can do.

Of course, his curse has her laughing and she lifts a hand to cover her mouth, gathering herself before she nods. ]

I wonder what other magics they have here - more than what I could've imagined in the Circle.

[cheesewheels]

Oh, am I.

[There's a certain resignation to his tone, but it's tempered by the lopsided grin he shoots her. Having discovered that he can fill his own bath without the help of a single servant, he turns to the basin and finds more water just waiting to be turned on. Amazing! And there's soap, too, surprisingly white and pleasant-smelling.

Well, time to nose around. He starts opening cupboards and looking in.]

If they can make water warm without any effort, they can probably do it to everything else, too. Are there any levers on the bed?

[espouses]

Oh, yes. She's a delight. A wonder, actually, that she hasn't contacted you already. I think you'd be rather good friends.

[ This is all a little hilarious to her, considering that she knows for a fact that most people never get along with the Knight Commander, not even her own Templars. Shifting, though, she abandons him to play around with the taps and levers in the bathroom, shifting down to peek her head under the bed to see if there's anything there. ]

I can't see any. Though, really, what could they possibly do to a bed? [ She pauses before she peeks out, grinning. ] I'll ask Isabela next time I see her. I'm sure she could think of something.

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[tumbler]

[Someone has knocked on Alistair's door, but by the time he opens it, whoever knocked will be gone. In their stead is a nug, tied to the doorknob with a loose piece of twine, and in lieu of a bow, he's got a little paper crown. There's a note, reading: so the other one doesn't get lonely.]

[cheesewheels]

Alistair frowns, looking around for the person behind this strange gift, but there's no one to be seen. The paper crown is a dead giveaway; the sense of humor behind it is familiar.

"Zevran?" Alistair calls as he reaches out hesitantly to pat the nug's head. "Is that you?"

[tumbler]

There's a thump, and a sigh, and Zevran pokes his head in through the open window at the end of the hall. "You know," he says, "I have heard insults to my looks before, but that is by far the most hurtful." He nods to the nug.

[cheesewheels]

"You think you're insulted? This nug has more crowns here than I do." Alistair laughs and holds up the paper crown.

[tumbler]

"Ah, such adversity you face." Zevran is just resting his chin on his palm, now, his elbow on the windowsill. "Somehow, I believe you will pull through. I have faith in you. Ah- should I say 'your majesty', now?"

[cheesewheels]

"You're Antivan," Alistair points out, setting the paper crown on his head. Why should nugs get all the fun? The nug, meanwhile, snuffles at him and squeaks until he pats its head again. "More importantly, you're my friend. I think 'Alistair' will be just fine."

[tumbler]

There's a phrase Zevran hasn't heard in a very long time. Not when it's meant in earnest. You're my friend. It's so...

Trite. "Well, that is why it is your majesty, not my majesty." He shrugs. "But if your majesty insists, I will have to call you by your Andrastian name, yes? An angry king is..." he tsks, "bad news for Crows everywhere."

[cheesewheels]

Maker, Zevran, can't you appreciate the sentiment of friendship when offered to you from a man wearing a paper crown?

The current king of Ferelden nods, knocking said crown off his head, then snatches it up when the nug makes a try for it. It'll just end up making it into...some kind of nest or something if he isn't careful. "And I'd hate to be bad news for Crows." Right. "So what's the occasion?"

[tumbler]

Zevran worked a whole thirty seconds, making that paper crown. He's glad to see it being treated with the care it deserves. Zevran hoists himself in, through the window, and leans back, sitting on the sill. "Nothing in particular. I presented your lovely roommate with a similar treasure, and I did not want to make you feel left out. You know how terribly upset I get when you cry."

Because they're, you know, friends. He still hasn't answered the question of why he's giving out nugs in the first place, but he trusts King Numbskull to have lost that particular thread.

[cheesewheels]

"Yeah, yeah. Zevran, king of empathy." Surely people just give out nugs out of a misguided sense of kindness. Anyway, there are larger issues afoot, like the fact that the creature is already pawing at his carpet like it wants to dig through it. "I...don't know if nugs really belong inside a house."

[tumbler]

"I prefer 'prince', thank you. Princes have more fun." He grins, and looks over to the nug, currently mashing its head into the soft dirt of the... carpet. "Of course one must bring them inside, that is where the ovens are kept. In Antiva, at least; I do not know what culinary excellence hails from Ferelden... if any does, at all."

[cheesewheels]

"Oh, is it a gift of food?" Alistair asks, raising an eyebrow. He scritches the nug's ears. "I thought it might be a misguided attempt at getting me a pet."

[tumbler]

"That is why it is such an excellent gift! It works on a multitude of levels." He gestures to the nug. "Hungry? Have a nug. Lonely? A nug. Though I would not advise being both at the same time, it could lead to heartbreak."

[asgardsbeauty]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

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[asgardstricks]

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.