Anyone could do that. The difficult part would be convincing the cat to not eat that pet fish. Varric's the only one I know who may be able to manage that. Perhaps Zevran.
Go to Varric and ask him to tell you a story. At the end, try to figure out what parts are true and what ones are not, and I can guarantee a great deal of the time you'll be wrong. Varric is exceedingly good at talking his way into and out of things.
It's a good thing for most people in power that they do not team up often.
He, and a few others, attempted to assist me with a project that turned out to be exhausting. Where did you think I gave him the cats? In Skyhold itself? He probably would have wound up with five, then.
He had a long enoug nap that you had to give the kittens back "after" he
woke up from it? As in you took them back - probably to care for
them? Sounds like one hell of a nap.
The day dawned, as days often do here, in a chilly fashion. Very chilly. I'm not a fan of seeing my breath, but the day and I didn't see eye-to-eye on that so I had to start packing up the tent we were to use with fingers that were already threatening to go numb. Thankfully there was a fire nearby that I could use to take short breaks at for thawing. Of course, once I was warmer, I realized I should eat breakfast and at the same moment realized I didn't have time to, because someone was already approaching to help out. I knew Adelaide would likely scold me if she found out later, but there was nothing for it, I needed to continue working. We packed up the tent, and others came by to help with the other things we'd need: pillows to sit on, wood for another fire, various things in case of other things. All told, it was nearly lunchtime before we were done and my stomach was betraying my lack of earlier meal. Loudly.
Yes, to the part about where Sam took a "nap" for what sounded like an
abnormally long time.
[ You can practically see the air quotes in his tone, Anders. He will
either get the story from you or Sam, but he's currently irritated at you,
so you're the easy target for his frustrations. Sorry. Don't hold it
against him when he comes to help you out on the fourth try. ]
[...dammit. You weren't supposed to call his bluff, Kirk. A game of outlast this shall be, then.]
So lunch was an acceptable affair, once we dealt with the fact that one of the cooks who resents me because of a missing dog in a city where dogs were often eaten was on shift. She didn't want to provide lunch to the whole group, but then it was pointed out that really, that would just be shorting someone else. I believe we had... bread, cheese, and pears. I think it was pears. I'm not certain on that detail. Whatever it was, it was simple but tasty. Then we needed to get going.
We gathered everyone up, got the wagon moving, and started walking. It wasn't a bad walk. Half an hour, or roundabouts. Decent terrain. For snow-covered mountains. Really cold snow-covered mountains. I'm glad I'm a mage, I could help warm myself and others, but I don't know how non-mages manage down here most of the time. It's cold, and some days it's the sort of cold that sinks into your bones.
As we're getting close, I start to hear little noises. Meows. I peek into the wagon, and sure enough, there's a mother cat and her kittens tucked away in there. She must have moved them in while we were eating lunch. They're all adorable, but then again, cats are adorable by definition.
You pissed off a cook probably because you stole her dog, ate some pears, walked through some snow, and you picked a wagon that came with kittens. So, yeah, still with you.
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[A beat]
Not to mention that if it was a delusion, he wouldn't have brought two cats home, would he have?
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[ Anders, stop using logic, it's hurting his righteous rage argument here. ]
I don't know. You sound like you can sweet talk a cat into taking on a pet fish.
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Anyone could do that. The difficult part would be convincing the cat to not eat that pet fish. Varric's the only one I know who may be able to manage that. Perhaps Zevran.
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[ Curses, it's like fighting with Spock all over again! And hey! He's met both those people! ]
I can see Zevran managing it, not sure about Varric.
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Go to Varric and ask him to tell you a story. At the end, try to figure out what parts are true and what ones are not, and I can guarantee a great deal of the time you'll be wrong. Varric is exceedingly good at talking his way into and out of things.
It's a good thing for most people in power that they do not team up often.
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[ Kirk is considering using it on you Anders if ever sees you in person. Hopefully so you land face down in a meat pie. ]
Is he where you learned the skill of pawning cats?
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...And, perhaps, after he was done with his lovely nap, I put them back on him so that he wouldn't be too disoriented. But any friend would do that.
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[ A pause. A thinking one. ]
What "nap"?
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You didn't notice that we didn't return right away?
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From what? And don't side step.
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He, and a few others, attempted to assist me with a project that turned out to be exhausting. Where did you think I gave him the cats? In Skyhold itself? He probably would have wound up with five, then.
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[ There's a low growl on his end. ]
How "exhausting" exactly?
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[This is why partners need to communicate, for Maker's sake.]
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[ Yeah, not buying it. ]
He had a long enoug nap that you had to give the kittens back "after" he woke up from it? As in you took them back - probably to care for them? Sounds like one hell of a nap.
[ AKA - I don't believe you. ]
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You're not telling me the whole story.
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...Shall I continue?
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Yes, to the part about where Sam took a "nap" for what sounded like an abnormally long time.
[ You can practically see the air quotes in his tone, Anders. He will either get the story from you or Sam, but he's currently irritated at you, so you're the easy target for his frustrations. Sorry. Don't hold it against him when he comes to help you out on the fourth try. ]
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[ Fine. He's a hard worker. He can do this. He sighs audibly. You're a jerk, Anders. He should slap you with a cat. ]
Then please, do continue, by all means.
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So lunch was an acceptable affair, once we dealt with the fact that one of the cooks who resents me because of a missing dog in a city where dogs were often eaten was on shift. She didn't want to provide lunch to the whole group, but then it was pointed out that really, that would just be shorting someone else. I believe we had... bread, cheese, and pears. I think it was pears. I'm not certain on that detail. Whatever it was, it was simple but tasty. Then we needed to get going.
We gathered everyone up, got the wagon moving, and started walking. It wasn't a bad walk. Half an hour, or roundabouts. Decent terrain. For snow-covered mountains. Really cold snow-covered mountains. I'm glad I'm a mage, I could help warm myself and others, but I don't know how non-mages manage down here most of the time. It's cold, and some days it's the sort of cold that sinks into your bones.
As we're getting close, I start to hear little noises. Meows. I peek into the wagon, and sure enough, there's a mother cat and her kittens tucked away in there. She must have moved them in while we were eating lunch. They're all adorable, but then again, cats are adorable by definition.
Are you still with me?
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You pissed off a cook probably because you stole her dog, ate some pears, walked through some snow, and you picked a wagon that came with kittens. So, yeah, still with you.
[ Your move, Anders. ]
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Do you... Are you a rifter?
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Yes. Is that a problem?
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[There's another pause as he gets his mind back on track.]
Mm. Right. We were at... Oh, whatever. It didn't work right. The ritual had a side-effect we didn't see coming and several of us were out for a time.
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/wraps a year late whoops