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[snappingturtle]

[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.

Comments

[dedoctionist]

[blinks]

... You're an elf?

[atacarme]

. . . half.

[dedoctionist]

Wow, this feels like Lord of the Rings now. No wonder he wants to learn.

[atacarme]

[headtilt]

Lord of the Rings?

[dedoctionist]

Sorry, a book where we're from. Lots of elves.

[atacarme]

[oddly enough, she makes a face]

I see.

[dedoctionist]

[... taking a closer look at her body language, like Sherlock taught her]

Sorry, is it an uncomfortable subject?

[atacarme]

[she was already pretty closed off before, but she's pretty much slammed up the proverbial gates now]

Not at all.

[dedoctionist]

... But something I've said bothered you.

[atacarme]

. . .

I am not fond of Elves.

[dedoctionist]

But you speak Elvin?

[atacarme]

It is my native tongue, yes. But I am only part Elven.

[dedoctionist]

[she's curious ... but she backs off]

Just seems a bit strange. I won't ask if you're not comfortable with talking about it, though.

[atacarme]

[fffffrowns . . . sighs]

Elves do not welcome my kind, that is all.

[dedoctionist]

... You mean half-elf?

[atacarme]

Mm.

[dedoctionist]

Sorry to hear that.

[atacarme]

[dismissive handwave]

It has been like that for years. There is nothing to be sorry for.

[dedoctionist]

Just because it's been happening a long time doesn't make it right.

[atacarme]

. . . no, it doesn't.

[dedoctionist]

... So how did you get dragged here? At night like it was for Sherlock and I?

[atacarme]

. . . did you encounter the card dealer as well?

[dedoctionist]

[nods]

Looked like the hands of a really old puppet child. It was practically crumbling in front of me when it was shuffling.

[atacarme]

Mm, mine looked a bit decrepit.

[dedoctionist]

Can I ask what it said to you?