[ Dick is accomodating enough to say nothing while Val winds his way through the Baroness’ vineyard to land at the base of Veronique’s lair -- a destination it’s clear he has no intention of exploring alone. He’s seen what happens when a wasp's nest is tampered with.
Maybe after another glass.
For now, he waits for de Foncé’s breath, and ensuing question to answer, after a deeper breath of his own: ]
Teleportation and divine patronage, for a start. The ability to generate food, drink, [ he tips his glass to Veronique’s chair, cynicism bright and sharp in his eyes, bordering upon contempt: ] shelter. [ Please. ]
no subject
Maybe after another glass.
For now, he waits for de Foncé’s breath, and ensuing question to answer, after a deeper breath of his own: ]
Teleportation and divine patronage, for a start. The ability to generate food, drink, [ he tips his glass to Veronique’s chair, cynicism bright and sharp in his eyes, bordering upon contempt: ] shelter. [ Please. ]