Forty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

[So, in an effort to make her feel...less angry about the events of the last few days, Maladict has gone into town, deciding to throw herself more into her best person duty. After all, if Brock was stupid happy stupid enough to want to get married, he should at least have a decent sendoff. And the art was in the preparation for this sort of thing, she was sure. She flicks through her journal as she walks]

You know, I never thought it would be this easy to find Seamstresses in this world. Guess I was wrong. Seems it's forever the most common profession if people want it to be or not. Nice to know some things are the same here as they are back home.

[Brock]
Candy Muff or Diamond Slick.

Pick one.

[Nikola]
[Ugh, this is not easy to say, especially after her 'you have to make right what you did' rant. Humble pie does not taste good at all]

So, I won't be guarding you any more. I'll probably visit or...something. But no more guarding.

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[mal_addict]

[Oh, she likes gifts! She is not above being plied with shiny things]

Really, now? What sort of gift?

[unnaturalpause]

A, particular type of coffee I found that you may enjoy.

[He tends to keep a small stash just in case.]

[mal_addict]

...

You just said the magic word. [Coffee will forever win anything]

[unnaturalpause]

I thought I might. [It's better than yelling at your boyfriend Mal. At least you didn't feel the need to bring up the past :/] I'm in my room if you would like to come and get it.

[mal_addict]

Sure, I'm not far from the castle. I'll be there in about ten minutes.

[Well, she likes to leave the past where it belongs, lest someone start digging up HERS. After a while she comes wandering in because what is knocking]

Hullo, James.

[unnaturalpause]

Very well then I'll wait for you.

[That's always a good thing really with them both. And well her wandering in gets a sort of low woof from the dog sprawled on the floor near his chair, though James himself is in the kitchen getting the coffee.]

Hello Maladict, enjoying yourself?

[mal_addict]

[She idly pats the dog on the head as she walks in]

As much as I can with all the recent insanity. [Peace Patrol was not a fun thing, after all]

[unnaturalpause]

[Toby lets out a woof at the pat, even as James holds the bag of coffee in his hand.]

Indeed, to that, I can agree well. [No no it hadn't been.]

[mal_addict]

[Coffee is the most welcome gift forever, she'll take it, giving a look at the packaging]

Interesting blend. I'll enjoy trying it out.

[unnaturalpause]

[He shrugs at that, before smiling.]

If you like it let me know, I will tell you where I found it.

[mal_addict]

I'll be sure to do that. I'm always on the lookout for more coffee.

[unnaturalpause]

That I can believe, and I will make sure to pass along anything new that I find for you. At least you are easier to please than Nikola. [As in give her coffee she's good, but Nikola? DNW to even go there.]

[mal_addict]

He's a bit of a prissy princess when it comes to gifts, isn't he?

[unnaturalpause]

That I believe, is putting it mildly if you know him well enough. [It gets a laugh though.]

[mal_addict]

I gave up trying to give him anything nice over a year ago.

[unnaturalpause]

Wine and the occasional suit is really all you can give him, that I have found. So I can see where you would.

[mal_addict]

I gave him a pigeon once.

[unnaturalpause]

Am I correct in thinking he was ecstatic with that gift?

[mal_addict]

I don't know, it wasn't a normal pigeon, I think I got it wrong.

[unnaturalpause]

What kind of pigeon was it if it wasn't normal? [Mal how do you screw that up?]

[mal_addict]

[Easily, okay?] It's feathers were all over the place.

[unnaturalpause]

[....] And was that all that was the problem with it?

[mal_addict]

It just looked weird.

[unnaturalpause]

Besides it's feathers looking odd, in what way did it look weird?

[mal_addict]

That's about it. Like it couldn't even fly.