[ Why not? Nuvelle is a wonderful name for an island. And it's magical research. ]
Ahahaha! My name shall reach far and wide! It shall pierce the fog split rend the heavens open! [ And let the sun shine through... whoops. ] They might even name this island after me when I'm through!
[ It's just another tea spell, but let her dream, Felix. ]
[Ma'am, that speech is so much? Hence Felix's rude snort as he flips this vial about in his hands, doing his best to judge its contents from sight alone.]
Maybe if you do something about the geese.
[Annoying creatures. And with that, Felix turns to leave—but pauses? Stands there for a moment, his back to her, before he pipes back up with:]
Sword oil is difficult to find here. This is... useful.
[If it's good, that is. Which it probably is, but this is as close to a proper thanks as she's going to get, at the moment. He doesn't know her like that.]
[ Sir, she is a mage. Not a chef. How is she supposed to know what to do with geese. ]
You're welcome, Felix Fraldarius. [ She has hung around with Jeritza enough to know how moody swordsmen convey gratitude. And yes, she says this with an exorbitant amount of flourish just to be annoying. ]
[Find a spell to banish them from whence they came! Please. But while that... flourish... only earns Constance an irritated tsk before Felix stalks right out of this greenhouse of horrors...
...Well. Give him, like, a day to see to his weaponry, and he'll send her a curt message telling her a) It Will Do and b) inquiring about collecting more, as needed. Way to go, Coco! You now have one (1) idiot who will trade a favor in the future for a steady supply of sword oil. A test subject?]
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Ahahaha! My name shall reach far and wide! It shall pierce the fog split rend the heavens open! [ And let the sun shine through... whoops. ] They might even name this island after me when I'm through!
[ It's just another tea spell, but let her dream, Felix. ]
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Maybe if you do something about the geese.
[Annoying creatures. And with that, Felix turns to leave—but pauses? Stands there for a moment, his back to her, before he pipes back up with:]
Sword oil is difficult to find here. This is... useful.
[If it's good, that is. Which it probably is, but this is as close to a proper thanks as she's going to get, at the moment. He doesn't know her like that.]
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[ Sir, she is a mage. Not a chef. How is she supposed to know what to do with geese. ]
You're welcome, Felix Fraldarius. [ She has hung around with Jeritza enough to know how moody swordsmen convey gratitude. And yes, she says this with an exorbitant amount of flourish just to be annoying. ]
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...Well. Give him, like, a day to see to his weaponry, and he'll send her a curt message telling her a) It Will Do and b) inquiring about collecting more, as needed. Way to go, Coco! You now have one (1) idiot who will trade a favor in the future for a steady supply of sword oil. A test subject?]