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[treadingdawn]

I cannot say I have ever had such a schooling experience before. Peter called them blazers and ties. I believe they are called uncomfortable.

Private to the Deities

I would like to speak with one of you, at your leisure.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

She asked how do I look without a shirt. I suspect she requires simple menial labor.

[Has only a slight idea of what else the question implies.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

 

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

That... are you planning on actually doing that?

[can't really decide if he feels disgusted or what]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I will take the risk for the benefit of what we might achieve, Peter.

[Unsure as to why Peter might feel disgusted.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It's not the risk here. It's more of an issue of pride.

You do understand the implications of that question, right?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I believe I am to serve in the kitchen. What do you believe it means?

[Curious look at Peter. Maybe amused.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[is more confused and frustrated]

First, did she ask any other questions? And how are you communicating with her?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

She spoke to me through what the others here call the network.

You believe she wants something from me beyond my working hands?

[Absolutely no pun intended.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

She wouldn't have asked a question like that if she wanted you to do just manual labor.

I don't know what she really wants, but it sounds dubious. You should ask her outright what she wants you to do.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Serve wine, it seems. Are you worried?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Worried?

It was more of a concern you'd end up doing something... distasteful.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Staring at Peter.]

Distasteful--

[His brow quirks and his tan cheek almost flushes.]

No.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[just stares back]

I'm glad we see eye to eye.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The image is something he'll have to wash out of his eyes.]

Why would you say that? She's much older than I--

[Pausing, remembering Susan. Tsk.]