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[viennoiseries]

Good to have somewhere to start.

[And despite Lune’s poor participation in the expedition’s launch party, she actually can keep up with Sciel pretty well, drink-for-drink.]

It was fine. We just needed a little recovery time in the morning.

[deprime]

That's fair.

[ Gustave... cannot do that. Couldn't then, couldn't now. Just the thought of it makes his stomach twist. ]

I'm on the line between awe and disappointment now.

[viennoiseries]

I'm sure we can find some wine for you. Try to make up for what you missed.

[deprime]

If I try to catch up, I'll be down for a week.

[viennoiseries]

You're being dramatic.
If you weren't back on your feet in two days, I'd get you on them.

[deprime]

I'm being realistic. There's a difference.

text, @nevron

[dessendre]

How go your efforts to be more selfish?

[ There should, perhaps, be more fanfare for her first correspondence with him on these devices. Surprisingly, there isn't. That says a lot for Clea. ]

[deprime]

Swimmingly.

[ Was that a terrible pun off the back of the fae's most recent attempt to stir discord? Perhaps. ]

By that, I mean poorly. Not a selfish act completed. How are your endeavours fairing?

[dessendre]

[ That makes her smirk. She's finding she likes his sense of humor. ]

We can't have that. You need to complete at least one selfish act a month.

[ His question surprises her in some ways. Maybe it shouldn't. ] Similarly, I'm afraid. Perhaps this place has made us underachievers.

[deprime]

One a month? How selfish do these acts need to be?

[ That earns a chuckle from him, though she can't hear it. ]

We'll have to do something about that.

[dessendre]

Considering the fact that you've utterly failed thus far, I'll be generous and set the bar a bit lower. Selfish enough that it can't involve anyone else.

[viennoiseries]

So am I. I can take care of it.

[She has healing magic, and high standards for work ethics!]

[deprime]

So, something just for me then? That doesn't sound all that difficult.

[ Which is funny, because he's already floundering, attempting to think of something. ]

[deprime]

Does that work on hangovers?

[dessendre]

You've no idea where to start, do you.

[deprime]

I thought you were the more experienced with it of the two of us. I was hoping you would have a suggestion.

[dessendre]

Are you implying I'm more selfish? That's rather rude. [ She's absolutely teasing and not at all offended. ]

[deprime]

At the very least, you've the vested interest in it. I am a novice in the way of selfishness and therefore await guidance.

[dessendre]

[ It isn't often she's felt like anyone actually needs or wants her advice. This is ... strange, but nice. ]

I'd start small. Is there something you haven't eaten in a while? Something you enjoyed?

[deprime]

I'm going to guess offering to make it to share would undermine the "being selfish" requirement.

[dessendre]

Well done. You're exceptionally hopeless.

[ A beat. And then: ]

I suppose that comes with the territory of being a father. [ Is she inviting him to talk about his relationship with Maelle? Maybe. ]

[viennoiseries]

It's overdue for a case study.

[Just be a case, Gustave,]

[deprime]

Is there no hope for me then?

[ Probably not. He's always been hopelessly sentimental, a little too generous. ]

Maybe it does. If I had any real goal for my life, it was to be a father. I hope I did right by her. I think I did, but there's really no way to know for sure.

[deprime]

Is that you volunteering me?

[dessendre]

[ So he'd adopted Maelle. That answered a few of her questions, given his apprentices. ]

She's very like you. [ A compliment, actually. ] Bold. Clever. Decisive.

Though I wouldn't speak in the past tense. She still has you here to guide her. And she will need you even in the future. Of that, you can be certain.