Oh! Let's start with pretty and then go into dirty tales. That way my ego doesn't get too dangerously inflated.
[Hawke waves a hand and then laughs at Isabela's suggestions.]
You know me, I can't resist bothering guardsmen. Aveline tells me that I ought to have a new hobby that doesn't involve undermining her authority but alas. I have found none I'm as suited for.
Oh but of course, only the best for you. [She pauses before she starts. Let the record show and be known that she isn't even sorry for any of this.] Oh Hawke, your beauty strikes my heart like the flittering wings of hummingbirds. Dearest Marian, your smile sweet as fresh honey, your eyes as striking as the blue-
[She'd been speaking in an exaggerated voice much like the many men she'd heard spout bad poetry to her in the past, but she abruptly stops to break into laughter. Likely her intense amusement is strong enough an emotion to be shared through the ship, and she composes herself after a moment when she feels the ship drift to the right just a little. She corrects it easy enough, still chuckling in amusement.]
The bane of any guard no matter where we end up are you? That's my girl. I think it's a fine hobby to have. [She couldn't be prouder of you Hawke, really.] Oh, you know our dear Aveline. Her hobbies consisted being harder on her own men and calling me a whore whenever possible. Thank goodness dear, sweet Donnic came and swept her off her feet. Made her much less ornery. [Even if the latter still stood, but well. They had a complicated friendship, antagonistic at worst.] Wait, can one man count as a hobby?
[She hopes Aveline is still sleeping somewhere behind them after saying that, as she can just picture the rage on her face. Ah, memories.]
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[Hawke waves a hand and then laughs at Isabela's suggestions.]
You know me, I can't resist bothering guardsmen. Aveline tells me that I ought to have a new hobby that doesn't involve undermining her authority but alas. I have found none I'm as suited for.
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[She'd been speaking in an exaggerated voice much like the many men she'd heard spout bad poetry to her in the past, but she abruptly stops to break into laughter. Likely her intense amusement is strong enough an emotion to be shared through the ship, and she composes herself after a moment when she feels the ship drift to the right just a little. She corrects it easy enough, still chuckling in amusement.]
The bane of any guard no matter where we end up are you? That's my girl. I think it's a fine hobby to have. [She couldn't be prouder of you Hawke, really.] Oh, you know our dear Aveline. Her hobbies consisted being harder on her own men and calling me a whore whenever possible. Thank goodness dear, sweet Donnic came and swept her off her feet. Made her much less ornery. [Even if the latter still stood, but well. They had a complicated friendship, antagonistic at worst.] Wait, can one man count as a hobby?
[She hopes Aveline is still sleeping somewhere behind them after saying that, as she can just picture the rage on her face. Ah, memories.]