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.

Comments

Maladict

[unnaturalpause]

[He's just sighing at that. The last time Nikola had been invited to a wedding where the groom wanted to punch his face repeatedly the two of them had gotten drunk in Nikola's flat.

Of course the bride had been Helen...but well that was a story for another time.]

Unfortunately that is one thing that escapes even my own abilities to give you clues on how to handle. Except bribing him with wine. Or pigeons perhaps.

James

[mal_addict]

He'd release the pigeons in the wedding, just to spite Brock.

Wine might be a good idea, though.

Maladict

[unnaturalpause]

Then give them to him after the wedding.

[Really Mal :|]

And it usually is with him. Find some older, rather expensive vintage and he will appreicate it all the more.

James

[mal_addict]

Maybe.

Yes, I've learned that much from him. I do pay a little attention, you know.