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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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"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."

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"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."