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It's been a month now, give or take. And I know I'm not the only one, from what I've seen on the network.

[ The Iron Bull appears through his TAB, horned head tipped to the side. He's been pondering this a lot more as of late, among other things he's come to learn from both Dorian and the Inquisitor. ]

How many of you threw your doorstep heart out? And now a show of hands for those of you who cooked it and ate it.

Also, anyone ever find out the identities of those couples? There was one of them here in the fifth region, don't know where the others ended up getting hit. I'm still trying to work out who those newcomers are from a week and a half ago, not that I'm one to talk— horns, over eight feet tall, stacked like a tree.

[ He cuts the feed on a bit of laughter, head tossing back. ]

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[Well this is going to be a hell of a conversation, he can already tell. He rarely uses video, but since he's going to be bringing a mutual acquaintance into the conversation, he might as well apply a face to the conversation.]

No, I didn't eat the heart. Not really my type of thing. Never heard the names of the couples, either. From what I gathered, the whole thing was pretty low key.

[He suspects a cover-up. He always suspects a cover-up.]

private.

Do you know Dorian Pavus? [He assumes so. This is the only man that fits the description. Even his own horned, eye-patched friend comes nowhere near this one in volume. But after hearing what he's heard, he's concerned on the mage's behalf.]

—See I fuckin' knew there were cannibal types on here, stats wouldn't have allowed for an exception. Hah!

[ He'd told Daryl Dixon this. Fuck that guy. ]

I thought you were a tree, though. Like in that Disney movie? Only less bark-y and more leathery. Nice face.

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A month already? I'm certain a celebration is in order, though I'm content to find any reason to celebrate.

[You think he would have had enough of wine, wouldn't you?]

You know I'm very particular when it comes to putting things in my mouth, so I am hoping that my answer is obvious...you didn't cook yours did you?

[He's not about Qunari foods so he has no idea what they eat or how they prepare things, only that sometimes...it smells interesting.]

[ Quietly, as if he's not entirely sure on a) how to use this thing and b) the welcome he might receive - ]

I feel as though I have missed out on a joke.

People don't kill people without a reason. And you didn't? What a waste.

p r i v a t e.

In what way?

You're quick to assume.

It's a good face, right? But let's go back to the tree comment— what's a Disney movie?

[ He has to slowly drawl it out, curious and unsure. Seriously, what the hell is that?

I'm almost impressed by how dark you took that. Didn't know you'd be one to celebrate the passing month of gutted hearts, Dorian.

[ Nope. No more wine. ]

Actually, no. I wouldn't know. [ ARCHES A BROW. ] Why would I cook it? Didn't you know? We eat our meat raw.

[ No, no he doesn't. ]

Well— shit.

[ The bestest of best greetings ever. ]

I believe the missed joke was you magically vanishing, never to be heard from again.

You finally decide to join us again, Solas?

I got rid of it. Ain't gonna eat that if I don't know where it's been.

Didn't hear about the couples til after.

Wasn't assuming it about you, now, was I? Who's making assumptions now?

[ Not that he would put it past someone with horns, but you know. Generally speaking. ]

And anyway, it's— There's this guy, right. His name was Walt Disney, and he liked mice and getting high a lot, so he drew a bunch of moving pictures about this mouse and some other princesses because he really had to get all these drugged-out stories out of his head. He'd show these pictures to other people, and they'd be so entertained that they'd pay him to make more, or just to see these pictures as soon as he's done making them. Then Walt's kids realized they could make a lot of money this way, so they convinced daddy dearest to hire other people to make more moving pictures about the princesses and the mice. They got so rich entertaining people with their shit that they built fuckin' castles for themselves all over the world, and people would pay to stay a day or two in their castles because they loved the story of the fucking mouse and the princesses a lot.

Movie's short for "moving picture".

[ Just an image of a man with one hand raised, the other leveling a gun for target practice. He doesn't say a word but the gun does report, the shot echoing. ]

Makes you wonder if it belonged to an animal or someone.

Only heard about them through the grapevine here in number five. It went from there.

[ He waited until the shot echoed into silence. ]

Sssssssoooooo...

So? What?

You asked what, I'm assuming, is a metaphorical question and I answered it.

By making a loud noise. Great to hear.

You asked for us to raise our hands. I raised my hand. I just also continued with target practice with the other one.

Multi tasking.

I'm impressed. By both your multitasking skills and the fact that you cooked the damn thing.

[ Seriously. ]

We were speaking metaphorically. By which I took you to mean ... [ Adrien stopped and stood for a moment thinking back over the past moth.

Think.

Think. ]

Fuck. [ the word was said softly, though the doctor about clocked himself in the face with his Glock when he went to face palm. Forearm up, covering his eyes he shook his head and muffled out. ]

Forget I said anything. This wasn't what I thought you were talking about.

I gotta know now— what was I talking about?

[ Please, enlighten this horned man. ]

I'm surprised that you're surprised, I am very capable of going to dark places now and again...and why not? To gutted hearts, they need appreciation as well.

[There's nothing that can stop him.]

How wouldn't you know, I'm fussy, famously fussy. [Dorian will let that one fly over his head on purpose.] Probably why I haven't smelled anything particularly awful. I can't imagine cooking being one of your skills given what you were selected to be.

[Can Qunari warriors also be cooks?]

He mentioned that there was some awkwardness between you two. Not just in future, but in culture.

[ Better than threatening to kill him, so Bull already has plus points. At least Solas can settle a little and relax. ]

So it seems, though I am not sure how much of a choice I had. [ He's a little more at ease with there being no giant axe aimed in his direction. ] I imagine you have been well, Iron Bull.

Some kinda animal, I think. Not human, anyway. Nothin' I recognized.

[ Though, y'know, not everyone around is human-- which he's not going to make a point of mentioning, since the Bull already has. ]

I don't know much except they don't know who did it.

[ what the -- is that a minotaur

no that's not it ]

Are they your... relatives? [ The people he's asking about. ]

Where I'm from, we don't have relatives. So no, they're not.

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