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[noprophecies]

Who: Tempest
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: The Golden
When: now!

[she doesn't normally use the video option, but today she has a reason - of course, the network is gifted with her grumpy face first]

I have been sent tiny bottles of wine for my - today. [her nose wrinkles at the almost slip and she holds up a little bottle for the camera to see] They have - what I can only assume are meant to be elf ears attached to it. They think they are being cute.

[sure enough, little rubber elf ears are on the bottle. She huffs and puts it down]

Whatever it is certainly doesn't taste like wine, but if anyone would like a bottle, you are more than welcome to come to the Golden and take one. Surely one of you will enjoy the taste.

Comments

[exothermia]

[He gives her a sceptical look, before picking up one of the bottles to examine.]

Charming.

[noprophecies]

It has to be random, I've not told anyone what the date is.

[she huffs a little and reaches out to flick the ear] They aren't charming at all.

[exothermia]

[That just about confirms one of his guesses, but he chooses not to say anything.]

I wasn't being serious. [He uncorks the bottle to sniff it... then wrinkles his nose.] You weren't joking.

[noprophecies]

No, I wasn't. It tastes exactly as it smells, somehow.

[exothermia]

I think I'll leave the taste-testing until later.

Other than... this, how have you been?

[noprophecies]

Brave of you to even consider tasting it at all.

[a hum] Fine, I suppose. And yourself?

[exothermia]

I'm all right. Doing well enough.

[Even if things have become both more and less complicated of late.]

[noprophecies]

[when isn't your life complicated? She leans forward a bit to peer at his face before sitting back again]

That is good to hear.

[and then, because she has to:] Every time I see you you are less and less scruffy. It is very disappointing, Erik.

[no it's not]

[exothermia]

[He blinks a bit at her close regard, frowning slightly.]

I have a dinner to go to in a few days. It was time I got a haircut.

[noprophecies]

I suppose you still look as handsome as ever.

[exothermia]

[Erik just snorts, unconvinced.]

[noprophecies]

[Erik please]

No? Too much?

[exothermia]

It doesn't matter to me that much.

[noprophecies]

I would hope not.

[exothermia]

[His looks are nearly the last thing on his mind. He just shakes his head slightly.]

But that won't stop you.

[noprophecies]

[a little dryly]

If you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.

[exothermia]

I think I can manage.

[noprophecies]

Mmhmm.

Aside from that, however, no - it will not stop me. I still tease Charles as well. I tell him I miss his beard all the time.

[exothermia]

[He smiles faintly.]

It is a big change, for him. [For all hair-related matters.]

[noprophecies]

It is, but not all men can pull off that look. I think it suits him.

[exothermia]

I think both did, in their own way.

[noprophecies]

Mmm.

But you know I have a terrible bias.

[exothermia]

[He has to tilt his head at that, because he does know Tempest's preferences. She's mentioned it often enough. Still, he has his own. He clears his throat.]

It's not so severe as you make it out to be.

[noprophecies]

[she raises both eyebrows]

My, I can assure you my bias is very severe.

[that isn't what he means and she knows it]

[exothermia]

If you say so.