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[thereneverwas]

You can tell, [he scoffs,]

--well what counts as tasteful? Shall we hold a mass?

[fairforce]

[She laughs.]

No, we should not. We should set a lovely table, find whatever fresh flowers can be found this time of year, stock up on good tea and sweet-but-not-too-sweet biscuits, and embroider a tablecloth. Are you good at any of those?

[thereneverwas]

I'm sorry to say my embroidery has gone to shit in recent years. [and it was so flawless, too]

...I'll see what I can do about the biscuits, though. I have my uses.

[fairforce]

Poor man. It's hard, getting old, isn't it?

[Teasing! She'd wink at him if they were together to prove it, but, alas, he'll have to get it from her tone for now.]

Are you a biscuit-baker or a biscuit-purchaser?

[thereneverwas]

[He laughs, and were she not a Seeker, he'd probably tell her to fuck off (in the affectionate way)-- but for now, there's business to attend to. Biscuit business.]

Purchaser. I don't think anyone would want to see what happens if I try baking.

[fairforce]

That's all right. There's real strength in knowing your limitations, and old aunts generally tend to like biscuits that have been bought nearly as much as they like home-baked ones. As long as you're properly humble when presenting them.

[thereneverwas]

Lucky for her, I'm the humblest person this side of the Waking Sea.

[fairforce]

Mm. A quote, I assume. Since a humble man would never say that about himself.

[thereneverwas]

How could you say such a thing to the very pinnacle of humility?

[fairforce]

[She laughs again.]

A thousand, thousand pardons. I'll remember to treat you as such in future interactions.

[thereneverwas]

Good, do that. It's a big deal, you know.