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[slightly backdated to Christmas. One can hear a crinkle of paper as well as the sound of a bottle being placed on a table.]

Does this happen often, mysterious roaming ships mysteriously giving away gifts? Not that I'm complaining, but I'm certainly hoping they weren't expecting me to give this rum back.

The treasure chest filled with coins and jewels made of sweets, however, was something of a terrible tease. I'll admit they're a tad sight better than torn trousers, but I'm hardly satisfied. [aaand her voice has dropped down to a purr at that word] Perhaps I can get some of you to help.

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Ever had ryncol?

I can't say I've had the pleasure. [but she does sound intrigued]

Krogan liquor. Knocks most people on their asses.

It's a personal favorite.

Literally or figuratively? And let me guess, there's no hint of rat anywhere near it. [messere hoity toity]

Literally and figuratively. And it actually tastes like crap, but there isn't any hint of rat.

You might need a new liver if you ever get a chance to enjoy some.

[a low whistle] That's certainly one way to get drunk. However, we're fresh out of liver over here, I'm afraid.

Really? It only takes a few billion credits to get a new one back home.

[Speaking from experience obviously. Anyways, he has other questions.]

Is there a story where "torn trousers" are concerned, or is that just a figure of speech?

Hawke seems to have a penchant for finding torn trousers or other bits of junk to sell. [dryly] I honestly don't know how he persuades the merchants to buy them, but I assume it's a leftover instinct from when he was living in Lowtown.

Being able to make profit from junk is an important talent to have.

[Hey, RPG protags gotta stick together! Shepard sells junk too!]

I won't challenge that, but it would be so much more efficient if you can convince merchants to overpay for expensive baubles.

[Shep stops doing that though!!]

Expensive "baubles" are a little harder to come by, but what do I know? I'm a soldier, not a salesman. Maybe if you asked nicely, this guy Hawke would try a little harder?

[chuckle] He hardly needs to try. [huhuhu]

It was an observation, not a complaint. I have more efficient ways of gathering coin, that's all.

Uhuh. I bet you do.

Hawke your captain?

I'm the captain, sweet thing. Captain Isabela, at your service.

[Huh. Imagine that. And here he thought being back in time would be regressive. Hooray for female captains.]

Commander Shepard, Systems Alliance Navy, at yours.

[navy? Is it funny to make all these rule abiding people turn pirate or something?]

I met another Shepard, a woman. Are you related?

You could say that.

[he sounds so thrilled.]

[man, it sounds like there's a story there. A sordid one.]

Your enthusiasm is unparalleled. [she sounds amused] She's a relative you dislike, I take it.

It's complicated.

[he's not the type to SIGH DRAMATICALLY, so there is just a long pause here as he rubs at his head, not that you can see or anything like that.]

We're really close. [eh, does that sound right?]

And that is a bad thing because...? [now you're just not making sense]

We're really close in the sense that we're the same person.

........

[...well]

And do the people you know remember one of you but not the other?

One of my crew recognizes me, but the others recognized her. Sounds crazy, I know.

You might want to start a guild of some sort with Hawke. The Hawke I remember is a woman, while Anders remembers a man.

Then I guess the Normandy isn't the only ship with converging realities. Where's Mordin when you need him?

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