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[makestrouble]

[Helen's been thinking about the kinds of places she'd like to discover, if they even exist. That, and she's been craving apples. And mead. She really wants a ridiculous amount of mead.]

I just want to find an island with lakes and rivers of mead and apple trees everywhere. There’s gotta be something out there like that, right?

Lakes and rivers of beer would be okay too. But only if its good stuff.

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[hoodwinking]

If you want apples, I can help you with that. You're on your own for everything else.

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[makestrouble]

Can't say I wouldn't appreciate the help! I haven't had an apple since I left home.

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[hoodwinking]

Then I'll bring you a few! And I'll even give you a super special discount. [She giggles. A joke, right?]

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[hisoldtricks]

We can probably do a bit of trading to get a hold of some beer and mead. But I admit finding an island that naturally produces those things would be a boon.

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[makestrouble]

Sounds like a pretty good plan to me. Could we look into it?

But yeah, if we find an island of beer, mead and apples? We should stock up.

[hisoldtricks]

I can suggest it to the Captain, but ultimately it is her decision what we choose to seek out.

Well I was more thinking of the potential for selling such goods if a replenishing source should be found. Liquor and special foods can fetch good prices in certain markets.

[makestrouble]

Understood!

Huh. You've got a good point. I was just thinking about eating and drinking, but it could earn us a good profit too.

[hisoldtricks]

I figured you that was what you were thinking, when you originally made the post. Very specialized cravings you are having there. I take the refreshments at the party weren't enough.

[makestrouble]

I prefer my drinks without stupid fucking side effects. Do you really think I sampled more after what happened?

[hisoldtricks]

Why not? It's not as if they didn't wear off.

[makestrouble]

They looked ridiculous, though!

[hisoldtricks]

I would not say that. I thought they rather suited you.

[makestrouble]

Then I think we're gonna have to agree to disagree on that one. They made me look stupid!

[hisoldtricks]

How would you know? It is not as though there were mirrors readily available for you to check.

I found the ears and tails to be expressive upon you.

[makestrouble]

I don't have to see 'em to know how ridiculous they looked.

...At least one person liked them, I guess?

[hisoldtricks]

Well how else would you know if you have not seen them? Simply assuming hardly makes it true.

As I said I thought they suited you.

[makestrouble]

Then I'll gladly take the compliment.

They'd look better on you though.

[hisoldtricks]

I do believe that fox ears are more your style. I would likely lean more toward a cat.

[makestrouble]

Oh yeah? How so?

And I think you're right there. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to get them, someday!

[hisoldtricks]

Your disposition is rather fox like.

[And well the potion works solely on personality, bringing out someone's inner animal spirit. But not like he is going to reveal that.]

[makestrouble]

First time I've ever heard that, but... again, I'll take that as a compliment!

[hisoldtricks]

Well I have no doubt that such a subject would rarely come up, had you not suddenly sprouted ears and a tail.

[makestrouble]

It does seem like a weird thing to talk about, otherwise.

So where are you right now?

[hisoldtricks]

My cabin, where else? This is not exactly that huge of a ship.

[makestrouble]

Ha ha. Well, you could be somewhere else and I don't feel like searching for you.

Hope you don't mind a visitor?

[hisoldtricks]

I do not hang out in closets like some of our crewmates.

I suppose not.

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[makestrouble]

Good to know.

Then you will see me soon!

[And its not long before he'll hear a knock, courtesy of Helen.]

[hisoldtricks]

[The door opens of its own accord as Loki sits at his small desk, writing on a piece of parchment, while his journal remains open.

Though he does shut it, before he turns around to face, Helen.]

And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?

[makestrouble]

[Helen grins, waving the moment he turns to face her. Stepping inside and closing the door behind her, she goes to lean on his desk, with that same playful smile on her face.]

Mm. I'd just rather talk in person than talk over those journals. I don't like 'em very much.

And I'm still wondering what the hell even happened at that party for me to get fox ears for a day.

[hisoldtricks]

[Meanwhile he rolls up the parchment and pockets it, before over to her.]

Perhaps it was also related to that cursed candy that kept appearing.

[makestrouble]

Possibly! You didn't manage to eat any of that, did you?

[hisoldtricks]

No, I never did have much of a sweet tooth.

[makestrouble]

Same here. If it had been apples instead of those sweet things, I might have actually been in trouble.

[hisoldtricks]

You probably should not have announced your weakness across the journals. Now all they have to do is dangle apples, beer and mead in front of your face to get to you.

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[mephistophilus]

I have never understood the human fascination for becoming intoxicated.

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[makestrouble]

Have you tried it?