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[demonicbeauty]

[The time away from Deerington has definitely not improved Ariadne's skill with a camera. The feed immediately pops on too close to her face, more or less framing nothing but her gray eye. She quickly realizes her error and pulls it back, the feed shaking and rattling until she manages to steady it.

And there she is. The face of an idol. Or possibly someone familiar.]

Just to be clear, I'm not Padmé Amidala and I'm not Jane Foster.

[Her voice is light and airy, like a little, trilling bird. She offers the feed a sympathetic look, as if apologetic that she's neither of these women. She's heard so much about them. They seem pretty great.

Ariadne is...not as great.

But she clears her throat and continues.]

It's me, Ariadne. I...well. I'm sure everyone is confused. I know I am. And if you need to talk about it, I'm happy to listen.

But, uh, what I really wanted to say is that somehow, my orchard is here. All of my trees. And some of them even have fruit. So if you need something fresh to eat or...just something familiar, you're welcome to come spend some time with my trees.

I think I might start a garden. One that everyone could use. Someplace to think. I don't know...

[And she's lost in thought for a moment. Ariadne knows nothing about starting a business or anything. But how hard could it be?

After a moment, she shakes her head.]

I hope everyone is all right.

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[venatoris]

Yeah, well. Neither am I.

[ broken, kickstarted an apocalypse, contributed directly to castiel's whole...situation...

not great. ]

Oh, it is. It's a lotta fun.

[demonicbeauty]

Do you have a lot of experience?

[She could understand that. He's an attractive humanoid. Although not exactly charming.

And the way he dresses...]

[venatoris]

[ rude, he's very charming!!

(no he isn't)

dean smirks a little, tips his head and flashes her a smile and a wink. ]

Lots.

[demonicbeauty]

Oh! Well, perhaps you can tell me what it's like then?

No one will talk about it back home. Elves are very repressed, I think.

[venatoris]

I mean, sure.

But this is really the kinda conversation you have over whiskey, in person, you know. Not a public network.

[demonicbeauty]

All right. I enjoyed drinking whisky with you in Deerington.

[Well, she enjoyed his company. The whisky was terrible.]

[venatoris]

Okay. When I find my house, we'll discuss this more in depth, over a glass of the good shit.

[ cause after that first time, he's not going to give her rotgut ever again. she gets the good stuff. ]

[demonicbeauty]

...I hope "good shit" means "good whisky" and...not what it sounds like.

[venatoris]

Yeah, that's definitely what I meant.

[demonicbeauty]

Oh good.

[She looks mightily relieved.]

Then let's do that.