[Okay, not his preferred taste. She wipes her hand over his drink again while listening to Sansa talk. It now tastes like chocolate milkshake.
Adaine isn't a beacon of political subtlety and social grace, but she can take a hint. She raises an eyebrow at Sansa, a twinge of annoyance at her for not telling her what this introduction's about. She shakes it off pretty quickly.
Note to self: Teach Sansa the message cantrip.
It seems like comparing notes would be fruitful in this case.]
Okay, yeah, tea and cake sounds nice. I probably won't have to use any magic on them.
The Sanctuary is a lamp location, right?
[She then points at Lazarus from inside the pockets of her jacket, a thin piece of wire curled around her finger. Nobody else will hear her voice except him.]
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Adaine isn't a beacon of political subtlety and social grace, but she can take a hint. She raises an eyebrow at Sansa, a twinge of annoyance at her for not telling her what this introduction's about. She shakes it off pretty quickly.
Note to self: Teach Sansa the message cantrip.
It seems like comparing notes would be fruitful in this case.]
Okay, yeah, tea and cake sounds nice. I probably won't have to use any magic on them.
The Sanctuary is a lamp location, right?
[She then points at Lazarus from inside the pockets of her jacket, a thin piece of wire curled around her finger. Nobody else will hear her voice except him.]
Is this sanctuary safe from prying eyes and ears?