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[shri]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Your Grandmother Returned, Worried About Your Eating Habits.
RECIPIENT: You, Who Are Not Eating Properly.
WHAT: Lets Talk About Nice Things From Home Instead of Awful Ones
WHEN: Right now ( a mid afternoon some time ).
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: [universal grandma voice] you're too skinny, you need to eat more.

Spend too long in those ghosts, and you'd think every Rifter's home is nothing but violence and bloodshed.

[ So says the woman who lives in a gothic horror novel but whatever. She can't have that out, clearly. ]

To some matters, I am moving my room to one alone so I do not bother anyone else with any of my duties late at night. If you are looking to contact me anything, I will be there. [ Refugees don't get to sleep, so why should she? ]

Which, a house is not a home without at least some company. To that, if you're interested in a meal - I will be making enough for any company every Friday evening, at the evening bell. There will be no meat, but you will not go hungry otherwise - seems more than one of you could do with something other than just bread and salt. Consider it a break from the usual Inquisition fair, if nothing else. You need not know me particularly, and I only ask you arrive with clean hands, face and manners and be happy to accept my hospitality.

[ A pause, that said, what else. ] - and leave your shoes at the door. I don't want dirt from who knows where traipsed into my new rooms.

Comments

[bouchonne]

Well, I can promise that I'll arrive with two out of three.

[shri]

I promise to not twist your ear then.

[writteninblood]

May I ask, what if you don't usually wear shoes?

[Important Cultural Questions.]

And... is there no meat for a reason? Or is it just that it's hard enough to find fresh, this time of year.

[shri]

Just fine. Just dust your feet off before coming in.

[ Ah, there it is. ] I do not like to eat meat if I don't have to. Any time of year.

[writteninblood]

[That takes him a minute. Sorrel comes from a background of people who will have meat at every chance they can, where hunting forms a portion of the staple mealgathering, and has experienced few in the city who would choose to turn down a hare or a freshly-killed fennec if one were offered to them.

Choosing not to eat meat? Strange. But then, she's not done poorly by him, and indeed has been a little frightening and very helpful indeed. He decides not to comment.]

...Alright. Shall I bring a gift then? I'm... grateful, to you. For your help, the other day.

[shri]

And I for you.

[ She hums, well, Six had a good suggestion and one that is what she always likes. ]

I always do like flowers.

[notched]

You already know I am a terrible guest.

[ She would also... never show up for this.... What's wrong with eating jerky and wine for dinner every night. ]

[shri]

You are a perfectly good guest, and I would be honoured to have you at my table.

[notched]

A rough guest, at best.

[ But she says it soft and won't argue further. ]

Why the invitations now?

[shri]

[ Isn't that the question. The truth is I do not know how to sit still. ]

I could not earlier, I had not the money, but my weaving business goes along well, and I do miss this from my home.

[filthydipper]

And what in the actual piss would you know goddess?

[Hey s'up he's back also he heard shit from his lady re: weddings which is enough for several hands worth of air quotes.]

[shri]

Mahadeva. If we are going to be using titles.

[ Sips fucking slow, hi Ygnvi. ]

[filthydipper]

Yeah that's worth 'bout as much as a pig's fart here and we both know it. So this is you, removing suffering [yeah he remembers because he's a shit] one charity dinner at a time? You replacing the Chantry?

[shri]

[ she could trade the insults back.

Instead she chooses to be a different kind of asshole.

And she starts talking in Marathi, at length. ]

जर तुम्ही माझा विश्वास अपमान केला असेल तर?

[swordproof]

It is kind of you to make such an offer. Are you sure we need bring nothing else?

[shri]

Nothing at all, only yourself.

[swordproof]

Is there a dress code?

[shri]

Clean and neat. This isn't a stand on ceremony sort of occasion.

[sarcophage]

Oh my. Feeding strangers, that's sweet of you... Maha-deva, was it? Hope you'll excuse my eavesdropping, it's a challenge not to.

[He has no idea what he's just called her. yolo, etc.]

[shri]

[ She laughs, oh that. ]

Lakshmibai. Mahadeva is for a grander being than I.

[sarcophage]

Oh— aha. I see now. Lovely sounding names, both of them. Where is it that you're from? If I might ask.

[shri]

Hindustan. Or India. Which is a very broad lay of it. I am in particular from a place called Jhansi, though I was born in the holy city of Varanasi, or Kashi, if you know it that way.

[chainlightning]

Oh! I like food!

[shri]

Well, I will certainly save some for you, for when you choose to arrive.

[chainlightning]

Thank you very much!

Is there anything I could bring?