Of course, it still takes her a bit before it occurs to Prudence to actually check her device, and then another little bit as she figures out how to reply. Texting... hmm. It gives her the option of speech to text dictation, luckily; everything is better when it's hands free.
Or nearly everything. ]
How many is too many, Nicky dear? Did you have a bright Solstice yourself?
Don't count your torches before they're lit. I had my fun of course, but it was all harmless enough. A shame I didn't see you there. Where were you hiding all night?
Why, too many people to count. Dorian may have been among them. His exhibition chambers are an intriguing addition. Just what were you doing locked away in your office during Solstice? More mortals?
That mortals don't know anything is hardly a revelation. I've known it since I was a little girl. That's what makes them so fun to play with, yes, but why ever would I let something that can barely think for itself beneath my skirt? Is it because you're a man or because you're a slut that you have such low standards?
You know, one of Agatha's mortals once kept hanging around long past his expiration date. I had to erase his memories, for both of their sakes. She was a little put-out at first, but it was for the best. What makes yours so worth the trouble?
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I have considered it. The trouble is finding one scrumptious enough to be worth tasting.
Like I want your sloppy seconds, Nicky. Who knows what sort of poetry its written about you that you've now got proudly pinned up on your refrigerator. I need a mortal who's dishy, will do as its told, and won't ever look at me with those sad little doe's eyes midway through. Nothing kills the mood faster.
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me: we don't have enough threads together
[It's always good to start any conversation with prudence by calling her beautiful, after all.]
we can NEVER have too many threads
Of course, it still takes her a bit before it occurs to Prudence to actually check her device, and then another little bit as she figures out how to reply. Texting... hmm. It gives her the option of speech to text dictation, luckily; everything is better when it's hands free.
Or nearly everything. ]
How many is too many, Nicky dear?
Did you have a bright Solstice yourself?
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it was fine. uneventful, if you don't count dorian's party
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A shame I didn't see you there. Where were you hiding all night?
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But is that an invitation?
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was it dorian?
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Dorian may have been among them. His exhibition chambers are an intriguing addition.
Just what were you doing locked away in your office during Solstice? More mortals?
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That's what makes them so fun to play with, yes, but why ever would I let something that can barely think for itself beneath my skirt?
Is it because you're a man or because you're a slut that you have such low standards?
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I still think you should try it.
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She was a little put-out at first, but it was for the best.
What makes yours so worth the trouble?
[ There's a pause, but then she continues: ]
I have considered it.
The trouble is finding one scrumptious enough to be worth tasting.
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I don't mean for you to take mine. I mean for you to experiment. Enjoy your time here.
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Who knows what sort of poetry its written about you that you've now got proudly pinned up on your refrigerator.
I need a mortal who's dishy, will do as its told, and won't ever look at me with those sad little doe's eyes midway through.
Nothing kills the mood faster.
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Have you met Dorian's mortal? He's a twitchy thing.
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But he must be quite entertaining himself for Dorian to keep him around so long.
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[ Prudence's version of flirting. ]
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[ Useful. And she missed this-- it's been a while since they really had "license" to flirt properly (not that that really ever stopped them). ]
But indulge me, Nicky. So that I know what I should be expecting.
What exactly do you see in this mortal? Besides yourself?
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Have you not heard that one?
[ Mortal boys are stupid, so Prudence has probably heard this one about a thousand times. ]
They say "I see myself in you. That is, I would like to."
I think it's their idea of a double entendre.
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