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likebigboats) wrote2015-12-06 12:39 am
likebigboats) wrote2015-12-06 12:39 am
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Memory - Isabela and Sebastian talk nostalgia at a high-class party.
Hawke has taken everyone out to a fancy party that has gone out to hunt wyverns because orlesian stupidity. They're supposed to be on serious business, but. Well.
Isabela: My husband used to have hunting parties like this.
Sebastian: I'd forgotten you were married. It's hard to picture you playing the hostess, taking cloaks and kissing babies.
Isabela: No, there were servants for that. I just had to sit there and look pretty. If I got out of hand, he would lock me away with a bottle of wine and a dirty book. Told everyone I was indisposed.
Sebastian: My parents used to do the same thing! Minus the wine. And the, uh, dirty book.
Isabela: My husband used to have hunting parties like this.
Sebastian: I'd forgotten you were married. It's hard to picture you playing the hostess, taking cloaks and kissing babies.
Isabela: No, there were servants for that. I just had to sit there and look pretty. If I got out of hand, he would lock me away with a bottle of wine and a dirty book. Told everyone I was indisposed.
Sebastian: My parents used to do the same thing! Minus the wine. And the, uh, dirty book.