And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

Comments

[uncouthhatcher]

You would, wouldn't you.

[why can't you be normal

... oh god, neither of his friends are normal, crys wouldn't be able to sit still, silver wants to go to fuck off ice land, gold is the only one that looks at alola and thinks "vacation time" he is so pained]

I might be rich, but I'm the only normal one of us. The hell does that mean?

[feistytrader]

Don't worry.

[Gold gets a firm pat on the shoulder.]

I'd never describe you as normal.

[uncouthhatcher]

[You are getting the flattest look.]

Thanks, that's what I wanna hear from a guy who's spent most of his life livin' in the woods.