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[rideme]

"You've got the Iron Bull here. I'm listening.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

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[rideme]

Good. [And he thumps the smaller man on both shoulders -- at once.]

Heh. Don't worry, boss. Anything you need -- you know the Bull is there.

[melavasomniar]

[And Lavellan feels like he's just shrunk three inches under the weight of the thumps, but he just laughs it off.]

Of course, thanks. And anything I can help you with, you know I will. If you ever need me to babysit... [Cue shit-eating grin.]

[rideme]

... Okay, I know you've got this whole staring into the face of demons, and holes in the sky crap handled, but.

These kids are too much.

[melavasomniar]

That seems like a vast exaggeration.

[There's no way Bull would put children on the same stress level as DEMONS.]

[rideme]

... I'll introduce you to Canada and Testosterone later, boss. Whenever you feel like meeting a couple walking kegs of gaatlok.

[Okay so it's Kaneda and Tetsuo. But they're little shits who get shitty nicknames.]

[melavasomniar]

[Those silly nicknames and the comment that follows gets a unattractive snortlaugh.]

Alright. For now, I'll settle for you showing me where to get a drink around here.

[rideme]

Now that, I can do. They've got these things called margaritas, and boss?

We need to take these back to Skyhold with us. They're fucking fantastic.

[melavasomniar]

Well, I've got to try them before I can truly give the okay for it, but I think we can do that.

[rideme]

Okay. So, when you've got a minute, we'll go try them out.