[Well damn, that's one way to get his attention. Silver takes a little while to realize what's happening; Weavile wastes no time, however, and scurries right on over to Varric to get a taste of his stew.]
My name's Silver.
[But he pulls himself out of the pool and seeks out a towel anyway, because food sounds surprisingly good right about now, now that he remembers that it exists.]
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My name's Silver.
[But he pulls himself out of the pool and seeks out a towel anyway, because food sounds surprisingly good right about now, now that he remembers that it exists.]
Thanks. You didn't have to.