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This post is very amusing. Please don't tell me about the payment, I don't want to know...

Snog, did you want the dragon to be up to some trouble, or was that just something random?

Random, really.

Vortices! Prime suspect #1 teh winnar!

Also, observation techniques and alarm spells - unhappy sneaky bastard

Why make stuff too easy for the grumpy git? :>

With the noise I had in mind the dragon being unhappy about having to make room for a teakettle, but if you want to go with something else, feel free.

Sebs: Weft. Don't. Start. Making. Clothes.

Weft: *in a tiny voice spiked with guilt* Yes sir.

Sebs: I'm not 'sir.' I'm 'friend.' ... Show me.

Weft: *relaxes imperceptibly from parade-courtyard rest and shows hands, front and back* No needles, skeins, thread, yarn or fabric of any kind!

*mentally excludes concealed garottes from this classification with an ease born of long practice*

Good. Thank you, Weft. *pats him on the shoulder*

Weft: *seems relieved to have passed inspection... but not annoyed, or even surprised, to have been subjected to it*

I can find you some product that might help with the tangles. I can't promise it'd work on non-Instarrian hair, of course... most of us can't even grow a good shoulder-length crop, let alone down to... *waves a hand*

(*would probably be more than happy to groom Sebastian's whole oversized mop for nothing, you realise*)

Sebs: *is quiet for a long time.* Thank you. You do know you're the only murderous lunatic I'd let near me with scissors?

I know this is late, but: awwww (@ the above post)

A minor assumption here, but I will note that at the thought of being introduced to the local clergy of Lady Land, Brice went white as a sheet. X)

Weft: *turns bright red and starts grooming his own hair with alacrity. Displacement activity FTW* Th... thank you.

You know, when he told the story to Sebastian, the sunflower was a servant of Lady Land, not the goddess herself?

Er, dogmatic confusion. Yes. Yes, not an error on my part, not at all.

One thing I'd like to make sure: Sylvie's not in that room, but next door. She was too much trouble and the men needed some quiet. ;)

I've decided Ludovic's mother is called Myriel, and need to write it down somewhere so I don't forget it.