More time spent in there than either of us are ever talking about outside of this room. [She does, actually, sort of miss Jethan. But more in the way that she actually misses Thedas, period, rather than missing him. Even if his talents actually held up to the advertising...]
[Somehow that's...not surprising in the least. Garrett was fond of the Rose as well, although - from the sound of it - maybe not quite as fond of it as Marian.]
Since when do I ever talk about how much time I spent at the Rose?
[AKA there is no one safer than him to tell of your secrets, Marian.
Because they're his secrets, too. Although he gets the feeling that any more detail than that will make the both of them vaguely uncomfortable and push the boundaries of how much weirdness each of them can tolerate when it comes to the other. So, he'll just leave it at that.]
About as much as I do. Which is never. Who would want to admit that to Uncle Gamlen...or worse. Carver?
[She visibly shudders at the thought, and it's not all for show.]
Still, they're cute and innocuous. Mostly innocuous. I thought you'd appreciate the in-joke, at least. And it's much better than the bloody things people name their dogs back home. [Snowball? Fluffy? Maker, who takes that seriously? Dogs are meant to be respected, not constantly mocked and derided.]
[As awkward as EITHER situation would be, Hawke's pretty sure he'd rather spill his guts to his brother than to his uncle. If he had to. Which he doesn't. But still.]
Much better than some of the names back home. [And the little frolicking puppies take that moment to stampede towards him, as he's still sitting on the floor, and invade his lap, where they prance and pant and yip happily.] Looks like they approve, too.
It's harder to live it down with Carver, Hawke. Gamlen's much easier to ignore. [Not that it matters much anymore, given that there's a very real possibility that they'll never see either again.
Moving on!]
As long as that approval doesn't come with their namesakes' flair for the dramatic, we'll be alright. [Though isn't that the point of a brothel? Hawke laughs; they have far too much drama as it is. It's nice that at least so far the dogs seem rather immune to it.]
Is it? It's not as if he's never patronized the place. Not that I want to think about Carver and the Rose in that capacity but he's really not got much room to talk.
[Shrug]
You realize we're going to get a raft of shit for these names, right? [Not that Hawke cares what the others think about their puppies' names, but he figures he may as well bring it up...even as said puppies are taking it in turns to bounce up in his lap and attempt to lick his chin.]
[He grins at her when she settles down next to him, and hands her her puppy, thinking as he does so it's ridiculous how big the small dogs make his hands look, or how small his hands make the dogs look.]
They're all fluff and puff. I'm pretty sure there's more hair than dog.
[NOT THAT THAT MATTERS but gosh these little animals are floofy. Pearl will be following her friend and invading Marian's lap for explorations, now.]
[Too much or too little to drink, it's the perfect excuse.
She smiles as she takes Rose, and scratches the dog between the ears. And before she can really blink, she's got too balls of fluff in her lap, too light on their feet from what she's used to. It tickles and her face scrunches as she tries not to squirm. It'll take some getting used to.]
They talk big for such small dogs. I don't think you could get anything past them without hearing about it.
[She laughs, but it's a useful sort of trick. Sure, the mabari was a formidable foe strength-wise, but a ruined surprise and head-start can sometimes make all the difference.
Though it's still baffling to think about anyone breeding dogs so small.]
[Admittedly, Hawke had been pretty unsure at first, but Pearl's unabashed dogginess had quickly won him over. Her personality and behavior were correct, even if her looks were...unusual.]
They're no mabari. [He pauses to pat the floor with the palms of both hands, and Pearl, attracted by the sound and motion, leaves off walking around in Marian's lap for the moment to scuttle over and inspect his fingers.] I hope they get at least a little bigger, though.
[If Hawke didn't know better, she'd say the breed had to be Orlesian, who else would want to breed dogs so small? But then there's the whole matter of Orlais being gone, and the fact that Orlesians wouldn't want to breed dogs to begin with. (Even if they did seem happy enough to poorly keep hunting dogs.)
In any case, it doesn't much matter. A dog is a dog. Even small ones. Marian would have been lucky to find one that liked her half as well as Champion had--DOES. And Rose fits the bill well enough. The puppy tries to jump up from her place on Hawke's lap to lick her face, and Marian just settles for giving up her hand to the dog's tongue instead.]
No, even as a puppy, Champion was bigger than this. But they could use a little fattening up, I think. [Like some people they know.]
At least it shouldn't be too difficult to put some meat on their bones. [UNLIKE CERTAIN PEOPLE THEY KNOW] This one seems happy enough to inhale whatever food is put in front of her, anyway.
[Hawke laughs, and picks Rose up to nuzzle at her face.] That's not just me, then? It's good to know they're not small because they're not eating. Because Rose here eats more than a dog her size really should. Yes you do.
[Hawke isn't exactly sure she'd ever expected to hear that tone of voice coming from Garrett, but given that they share almost everything, with the exception of brain activity, perhaps, it shouldn't surprise her.
It does, just enough, that she chuckles, and sets Rose back in her lap.] How is Anders handling the new addition?
He'll come around eventually. Who could really resist this face? [She squishes Rose's face to "prove" her point.] Cats don't put up with near as much. Who needs a mean old cat anyway?
...Well, that, or she's already learning that she wants what she can't have. They grow up so fast.
Anders, that's who. [He picks up Pearl and cradles her in his hands, rocking her onto her back. She stares up at him trustingly, her tiny wiggly body still for the moment.]
I hope they do. I'm half afraid I'll step on her and break her.
[Even as a puppy there was no worry of that with Champion]
So far. [He'll likely always worry about this, okay? Dogs aren't meant to be this small!
When Rose barks (squeaks), Pearl starts to wiggle, so Hawke rocks her back upright and sets her gently on her feet, and she goes scampering off to see Rose, while Hawke chuckles quietly.]
Well, I'm glad someone's confident here, at least.
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Pearl sounds more "dignified" anyway, doesn't it? It fits you. [Because, really, as far as differences go, Garrett does tend to rein it in a bit more.
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Since when do I ever talk about how much time I spent at the Rose?
[AKA there is no one safer than him to tell of your secrets, Marian.
Because they're his secrets, too. Although he gets the feeling that any more detail than that will make the both of them vaguely uncomfortable and push the boundaries of how much weirdness each of them can tolerate when it comes to the other. So, he'll just leave it at that.]
Fair enough. Rose and Pearl it is.
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[She visibly shudders at the thought, and it's not all for show.]
Still, they're cute and innocuous. Mostly innocuous. I thought you'd appreciate the in-joke, at least. And it's much better than the bloody things people name their dogs back home. [Snowball? Fluffy? Maker, who takes that seriously? Dogs are meant to be respected, not constantly mocked and derided.]
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[As awkward as EITHER situation would be, Hawke's pretty sure he'd rather spill his guts to his brother than to his uncle. If he had to. Which he doesn't. But still.]
Much better than some of the names back home. [And the little frolicking puppies take that moment to stampede towards him, as he's still sitting on the floor, and invade his lap, where they prance and pant and yip happily.] Looks like they approve, too.
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As long as that approval doesn't come with their namesakes' flair for the dramatic, we'll be alright. [Though isn't that the point of a brothel? Hawke laughs; they have far too much drama as it is. It's nice that at least so far the dogs seem rather immune to it.]
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You realize we're going to get a raft of shit for these names, right? [Not that Hawke cares what the others think about their puppies' names, but he figures he may as well bring it up...even as said puppies are taking it in turns to bounce up in his lap and attempt to lick his chin.]
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[She smiles down at the puppies and takes the opportunity to seat herself on the floor next to Garrett.] They're like nicknames in themselves.
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[He grins at her when she settles down next to him, and hands her her puppy, thinking as he does so it's ridiculous how big the small dogs make his hands look, or how small his hands make the dogs look.]
They're all fluff and puff. I'm pretty sure there's more hair than dog.
[NOT THAT THAT MATTERS but gosh these little animals are floofy. Pearl will be following her friend and invading Marian's lap for explorations, now.]
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She smiles as she takes Rose, and scratches the dog between the ears. And before she can really blink, she's got too balls of fluff in her lap, too light on their feet from what she's used to. It tickles and her face scrunches as she tries not to squirm. It'll take some getting used to.]
They talk big for such small dogs. I don't think you could get anything past them without hearing about it.
[She laughs, but it's a useful sort of trick. Sure, the mabari was a formidable foe strength-wise, but a ruined surprise and head-start can sometimes make all the difference.
Though it's still baffling to think about anyone breeding dogs so small.]
Think they'll get much bigger?
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[Admittedly, Hawke had been pretty unsure at first, but Pearl's unabashed dogginess had quickly won him over. Her personality and behavior were correct, even if her looks were...unusual.]
They're no mabari. [He pauses to pat the floor with the palms of both hands, and Pearl, attracted by the sound and motion, leaves off walking around in Marian's lap for the moment to scuttle over and inspect his fingers.] I hope they get at least a little bigger, though.
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poorlykeep hunting dogs.)In any case, it doesn't much matter. A dog is a dog. Even small ones. Marian would have been lucky to find one that liked her half as well as Champion had--DOES. And Rose fits the bill well enough. The puppy tries to jump up from her place on Hawke's lap to lick her face, and Marian just settles for giving up her hand to the dog's tongue instead.]
No, even as a puppy, Champion was bigger than this. But they could use a little fattening up, I think. [Like some people they know.]
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At least it shouldn't be too difficult to put some meat on their bones. [UNLIKE CERTAIN PEOPLE THEY KNOW] This one seems happy enough to inhale whatever food is put in front of her, anyway.
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Well, she is a growing puppy. Yes, and so are you! Yes you are.
[This last bit is directed at Pearl, obviously. It seems Fawke is in good company here.]
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It does, just enough, that she chuckles, and sets Rose back in her lap.] How is Anders handling the new addition?
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You should see how hard she tries to make friends with him. It's sad.
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...Well, that, or she's already learning that she wants what she can't have. They grow up so fast.
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I hope they do. I'm half afraid I'll step on her and break her.
[Even as a puppy there was no worry of that with Champion]
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When Rose barks (squeaks), Pearl starts to wiggle, so Hawke rocks her back upright and sets her gently on her feet, and she goes scampering off to see Rose, while Hawke chuckles quietly.]
Well, I'm glad someone's confident here, at least.