[That and killing whatever he's pointed at. But mostly it's bad jokes.]
Chocolate in a drink? [That could be... weird. Or awful, if the bartender who made the suggestion meant ale or something. Ew.] I'll have to figure it out myself then. [Even just a couple to try maybe. It's not like he'll get the chance in Ferelden.]
Well now you're just being selfish. [Though he's glad she's not about to try. That would be painful for them both. Also hilarious to see. But painful.]
Oww! [As is that unwarranted attack. Painful. For him. Very painful. Cradling his arm, Alistair pouts and trails after her down the stairs once more.]
That depends on who we're asking. Are we tracking down everyone dwarf-sized or smaller? Or are we asking normal-sized people like me? [Extending his stride to catch up, Alistair pats her on the shoulder comfortingly.] Don't feel bad. You're definitely not the shortest person I've met here.
[That dubious honour goes to P-Dot, the tiny green woman. Gem. Whatever. Who might actually be able to ride Robyn's mabari. If she's still around and wasn't just part of the last event he will have to suggest it.]
And when I get my griffon I promise I'll let you ride it, OK?
[Yes, he's asking to be smacked again. What can he say, he likes living dangerously.]
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[That and killing whatever he's pointed at. But mostly it's bad jokes.]
Chocolate in a drink? [That could be... weird. Or awful, if the bartender who made the suggestion meant ale or something. Ew.] I'll have to figure it out myself then. [Even just a couple to try maybe. It's not like he'll get the chance in Ferelden.]
Well now you're just being selfish. [Though he's glad she's not about to try. That would be painful for them both. Also hilarious to see. But painful.]
Oww! [As is that unwarranted attack. Painful. For him. Very painful. Cradling his arm, Alistair pouts and trails after her down the stairs once more.]
That depends on who we're asking. Are we tracking down everyone dwarf-sized or smaller? Or are we asking normal-sized people like me? [Extending his stride to catch up, Alistair pats her on the shoulder comfortingly.] Don't feel bad. You're definitely not the shortest person I've met here.
[That dubious honour goes to P-Dot, the tiny green woman. Gem. Whatever. Who might actually be able to ride Robyn's mabari. If she's still around and wasn't just part of the last event he will have to suggest it.]
And when I get my griffon I promise I'll let you ride it, OK?
[Yes, he's asking to be smacked again. What can he say, he likes living dangerously.]