Three points then. First, [She sets down her glass so she might count them off on her fingers for emphasis—though first devours a dried cherry.]
First, I doubt it matters whatsoever what you call me for everyone in Thedas is shockingly relaxed on the matter of names and you are hardly the only person to address me so. No, I'm afraid if you are serious with respect to the charade that a term of endearment would suit best. I leave you to create one.
Second, I will not have Veronique undoing all the labors of the last summer by digging trenches into the planting beds. You will need to see that she is is able to mind herself there.
Third, [which she continues to at both a clip and a slightly elevated volume to avoid any conversation regarding the manners of giant bugs.] and this is the inconvenience which I mentioned, but you recall that I have done much of my own work in that half sunken space which was once the cellar off the kitchen. What was a matter of convenience at the time thanks to the state of the rest of the house has become habit, but there is no reason why I might now not alter it.
In which case, it hypothetically would be possible to fill in the cellar with whatever sod would suit the creature in question best. Further, there is a vent installed there at what is the ground level which might, depending on her exact dimensions, be used as a sort of...means by which she might come and go. Then you—and Veronique—would have your box, and I would have my guard...animal and all would be right in the world.
Save for the great inconvenience of the relocation of a great deal of delicate work, of course. You would have to find some way of making it up to me.
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Date: 2021-03-03 12:09 am (UTC)First, I doubt it matters whatsoever what you call me for everyone in Thedas is shockingly relaxed on the matter of names and you are hardly the only person to address me so. No, I'm afraid if you are serious with respect to the charade that a term of endearment would suit best. I leave you to create one.
Second, I will not have Veronique undoing all the labors of the last summer by digging trenches into the planting beds. You will need to see that she is is able to mind herself there.
Third, [which she continues to at both a clip and a slightly elevated volume to avoid any conversation regarding the manners of giant bugs.] and this is the inconvenience which I mentioned, but you recall that I have done much of my own work in that half sunken space which was once the cellar off the kitchen. What was a matter of convenience at the time thanks to the state of the rest of the house has become habit, but there is no reason why I might now not alter it.
In which case, it hypothetically would be possible to fill in the cellar with whatever sod would suit the creature in question best. Further, there is a vent installed there at what is the ground level which might, depending on her exact dimensions, be used as a sort of...means by which she might come and go. Then you—and Veronique—would have your box, and I would have my guard...animal and all would be right in the world.
Save for the great inconvenience of the relocation of a great deal of delicate work, of course. You would have to find some way of making it up to me.