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You do certainly know how to use it.

I'm happy to be there. You've got a good coterie for yourself.

Ha! I love that reputation for you, too! You think we could convince him of anything else? Entirely selfish reasons regarding my personal amusement, of course.

I do. Though I can't be too complimentary. Gotta leave room for improvement.

I absolutely think that we could, and should. He even went to school in Ketterdam for awhile, which makes it either even sadder how little he knows, or I should just be flattered how highly he thinks of my skills. Or both.

Oh, yes. Can't let them know how good they are when they can be better.

Both. Absolutely both. What else do you think we could get him with? I do know those Kaelish songs, maybe we can start with convincing him of that college coffee house ruse and see where it leads.

It's imperative to stay hungry in life.

Good idea, I think we can try it the next time he and Zoya have a problem their morals won't let them fix by themselves.

You don't have to tell me twice on that one.

I could also tell him about my time in court, and technically I wouldn't even be lying.

For you it might apply in more than one context.

If ever there was someone who deserved a truth found via squinting sideways, it's Lantsov.

Metaphorical and blood-related?

When do you think he'll come up against a morality wall? I want to try this now.

Got it in one, though there's some assumption on my end that draws from vampire lore on the perpetual hunger part.

I suppose it depends on what you mean by a morality wall. Do you mean broad politics of why monarchies still exist, or interpersonal moralities of him accepting dares for the chest puffing bragging?

It's not so ironically all-consuming as some of the stories make it out to be. But it is... Consistently present.

Mostly anything that gets him to come here and ask you for favors.

So, a perpetual teenager's appetite. I recall a time when full was never an option.

I actually did hear from his lovely general recently, so you might not have to wait long in that respect.

Something like that, yeah. You know how sometimes you'd get more hungry when you smell food? That, too.

Very good. I trust you'll play along with whatever nonsense I start, right?

A trial each time I pass by the club's kitchen. Or the food stalls by the harbor.

Any accent you create is the one you were born with.

Imagine the restraint I have to show every time someone comes back to the Slat bloodied after a fight.

Good. If there's anything in particular you'd like to get out of him, I could probably manage getting it on top of convincing him I'm a poor wandering Kaelish troubadour.

Gives new meaning to the phrase of people wanting to popcorn watch a fight.

I'll keep that in mind, although there's nothing off the top of my mind. He's a pretty easy read, for all he enjoys his costumes and personas.

Popcorn was pretty good for that.

What kinds of costumes and personas does a royal get to have? Does he do Prince & The Pauper kinda stuff? Know the plight of the Common Man and everything?

Or blood as the equivalent, in your case now.

He's given up his privateer one, so that's probably safe to share. Rake of the seven seas and all that.

Don't know that I can eat blood like popcorn, though. Not quite the same effect. And I refuse to do experiments on that after the popsicle incident.

Oh, I bet he knows some sea shanties!

I'm just glad I asked what they were before trying any.

... maybe I shouldn't introduce you.

[He does, he would share them, and he'd sing them obnoxiously near Kaz for long periods of time after.]

You would've been in for the exact opposite of a treat.

No! I want to know his sea shanties! You can't deny me new music, Kaz. It's cruel.

Now that it's near Halloween I'm anticipating other things put in the freezer because it's assumed to be amusing.

He'll sing them incessantly, Birdie. Claim that it's to ensure they really get memorized, or harmonized, or updated, or whatever he can think of to sing very loudly near my ear. I know him.

You'll owe me if I let it happen.

What, like chocolate?

I'll keep him away from your ears. Or at least sing loud enough to drown him out.

And I don't mind owing you. What's your price?

Chocolate would be nice, I was imagining fake spiders and severed fingers.

You at least sing on key, which he seems to think is a talent he doesn't lack.

If you come across any lore, songs, whispers or whatnot regarding the Council of Tides, let me know?

Oh. True, those do get weird. I assume you mean fake severed fingers, too. If not, I have more questions about how you do Halloween around here.

Well, you can rest assured that at least he's not going to be a contender for being Embraced if he can't keep key.

That feels less like a price and more like a favor happily done, but of course.

Barring one holiday best left unrepeated, I meant fake body parts. Freezing plastic bugs or fingers into ice cubes is a particular favorite for unfathomable reasons.

That I would immensely enjoy witnessing.

I can always ask for something else if that's considered a freebie.

That one holiday feels like it might've involved fireworks and closed hands, but there are plenty of other options.

Trust me when I say I may be suffering more than you on that point.

You're certainly welcome to.

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