AUDIENCE: LUP

[retellers]

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[evocationary]

Yeaaaahh! [ this cheers her up immensely. ] Rad. Teach me how to sword fight.

[retellers]

You've got your own now, right?

[ the spy powers... continue ]

[evocationary]

Sure do. I don't know the first damn thing about swords because, you know, wizard. But I should learn! Since I'm nerfed here.

[retellers]

...I tend for heavier weapons, but I should be able to teach you a thing or two anyway.

[evocationary]

Hell yeah. Can we schedule a day for that? I'll make you - I don't know, not cinnamon rolls, since you hate those.

[retellers]

Can we get over the cinnamon roll thing already?

[ lup. please. save them. ]

But we can schedule a day.

[evocationary]

No. Everybody likes my cinnamon rolls but you.

[ she's never going to not bully, wolf ]

Does one like, work best for you? Maybe Thursday morning so I can be fresh for my impending doom.

[retellers]

I didn't say I didn't like them.

[ this bullying is the worst!!! ]

Thursday. Fine.

[evocationary]

It's fine, I know you can't eat. [ she's just giving them a hard time. she'll give them less of a hard time later because they said she was a good cook as a hint and she's living for it. ]

Thursday it is. Enjoy your darts, my dude.

[retellers]

Gives me three whole days without you, so I guess that's fine.

[ snarks!! back!!! ]

[evocationary]

[ NO STOP SHE LOVES THAT she just cackles and flips them off as she leaves ]