It wouldn't be a Coulsand-Theirin Birthday Bash Without Cheese Wheels~

[nugqueen]

Who: Riona, Leliana and friends of the birthday girl /o/ (also new friends are welcome too)
Broadcast: N/a
Action: The Space Bar
When: Evening, September 3rd (now basically)



[The location might be a little more over the top than what Riona would expect, and yet this is Leliana we are talking about, alright. Not only that but she tried her best along with Marian and Beverly to make this a party the Ferelden Queen can remember. It truly was a party for the ages, as much as could be done at least.

Guests are greeted at the entrance with tables lined with simple table cloth, balloons and streamers and candles as a centerpiece. Finding a seat should not be terribly hard, though Leliana fully expects the errant party crasher which is why there is enough food for everyone. And booze, of course. It would not be a Thedas crew party without copious amounts of alcohol.]

Comments

[bryces_pup]

[Oh no, she's such a sucker for bad puns. She lets out a delighted laugh at it, almost snorting as she does so.]

You little-! You know pink is not my color! At least get that right.

[apurrstate]

[The more amusement he draws from her, the more he's inclined to keep it up.]

No? Not a soft pink Warden-Helmet in your future, complete with maybe a forest-green plume out of the back of it? You can wear it with the dress and the dainty shoes and I'll find you a fan in the shape of a shield that you can cover your face with like those ladies in Orlais.

[He said the O-word. This is probably the end of the line for his teasing, but what a way to finish off. If he could draw, he'd be tempted to make her a picture of this ensemble.]

[bryces_pup]

If I ever lost my mind and wanted that color scheme, I could always paint that ridiculous helm Alistair had forged for me.

[She is never ever letting her husband live that one down. Ever.

She stops in her tracks and glowers at him. How dare you bring Orlais up, Anders? And as a comparison to herself. The nerve!]

Maker's breath, are you trying to get me to shove you into the nearest waste bin?

[apurrstate]

[Her reaction is perfect and his laugh is light and rich with amusement, admittedly at Riona's expense. He holds his hands up in a placating way.]

Alright, Commander, you win. I rescind the whole thing.

How about, instead, my next gift is a practice dummy you can slay every time Orlais' brought up?

[bryces_pup]

Oh, now that would be nice. With an appropriately ridiculous name, I hope?

[apurrstate]

Of course! Only the best for my favorite Warden-Commander.

How about...Ser Percival...Rutherford, Champion of Val Royeaux?

[bryces_pup]

Oh, I do like the idea of beating up an Orlesian one. Though, that's not a very Orlesian sounding name. It almost sounds Fereldan, actually.

[apurrstate]

I wouldn't know, I only knew people in the tower and then Kirkwallers.

[What are you trying to say, Riona? He definitely didn't draw any inspiration from anywhere.]

How about Hubert instead of Percival? We knew an Orlesian named Hubert in Kirkwall, he was an awful man. Probably deserved to be whacked with a sword a few times.

[bryces_pup]

[Oh of course not. Not at all.]

Yes, Hubert sounds much more fitting. Hubert du Poosalot. And he'll be thoroughly whacked, I assure you.

[apurrstate]

Excellent, I know he'll be in the best of hands. Whenever I can manage to whip him up for you.