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Who, Sera?

( Cassandra's words are distracted as she focuses most of her attention on guiding the inebriated Inquisitor up the stairs. )

We've had some conversations here and there. I have the feeling we are very different people. ( Not that Cassandra's complaining, mind you, more that she doesn't get the younger woman, even if Cassandra does have a particular soft spot for Sera's crude jokes. )

Why do you ask?

Just curious. Want to make sure there's as little infighting and as much camaraderie as possible.

[ As a good Inquisitor should, right? ...That's probably not part of the job description, but it sure would help if her companions at least didn't hate each other. ]

I can...know what you mean, though. You're just slightly more serious than she is.

[ Understatement of the year. ]

( Cassandra raises an eyebrow, taking some comfort in the fact that they have finally reached the landing that leads onto her loft. )

Are you saying I have no sense of humour?

No, I'm saying the-...what I said. Bit more serious. Somewhat less likely to chuck a pie at someone's face.

[ Her grin is fond at all this light joking at Cassandra's expense. ]

Is that so offensive?

( Cassandra steers the Inquisitor towards the bed, more than happy to give it up for the evening. Maker knows she has slept on more uncomfortable places than the floor of a heated building. )

Not at all. ( A pause, and she laughs. ) So long as you remember that I might throw a pie at someone's face, should the situation require it.

[ Not so fast, Seeker. Cecily registers she's being given the comfy place to sleep and will start to dig her heels in to prevent Cassandra from making this sacrifice. ]

If I ever see you throw a pie at someone's face, I will absolutely suspect you of being an impostor. It's just unthinkable.

[ Definitely sillier than Cassandra just telling a good joke! To pull a big prank like that would be...well, very funny, of course, but also unlike the warrior. ]

Just for the visual... What sort of pie would you throw? And at who?

It would have to be a custard pie, would it not? I believe that is what's considered traditional. As to who would deserve such treatment... I do not know. Varric, perhaps.

( Sensing the Inquisitor's resistance, Cassandra frowns. )

Is something the matter? I assure you the bed is comfortable enough.

Oh, I don't know. You seem suddenly to be more the expert on pie...throwing.

[ The question has her blinking, and Cecily looks from Cassandra to the bed. ]

I hope so, but I'm not taking it from you. [ And with that, she'll start to unsteadily settle down on the floor, making a big show of stretching out. ] Mmmm...very pliable. I'm almost sorry I've taken this very comfortable floor away from you.

( Cassandra snorts through her noise, more amused than angry. The floor is not exactly known for its pliability, but perhaps that had been the point. She pulls on one of the Inquisitor's arm. )

It is quite all right. I am accustomed to sleeping on the floor.

( The less said about pie-throwing, the better. )

[ Cassandra is much stronger than she is, but Cecily has the power of absolute stubbornness to contribute to her efforts. As such, the Inquisitor is sort of tugged upward a bit, but not enough to be fully removed from the floor. ]

Please, Cassandra. You're making this very difficult for the both of us.

[ Please, Seeker. She's, like...half-asleep already. ]

( Undeterred, Cassandra pulls harder. )

Am I? ( An arched eyebrow. )

I am not the one making things more difficult for myself.

( Don't make her join you on the floor, Cecily! )

[ Damn you, Cassandra. So strong, and so stubborn. ]

I'm making...things difficulty for - nobody. [ Man, she's tired. Still able to act as a decent rag doll, though. ] Leave me here; you've done more than enough.

( In response to the Inquisitor's instruction, Cassandra drops her arm and leaves her on the floor. It's not long before she sits beside her, drawing her knees up to her chest.

Don't say she didn't warn you, Cecily. )

If you wanted to sleep on the floor, I could have left you at the tavern.

[ .........

That's a good point. ]

You argue with a mind like a steel trap. [ Cecily groans from her place on the floor before heaving an enormous sigh. ] Fine. You win this one. But it's only fair, another time, you sleep in my bed and I sleep on the floor.

[ This is fair, somehow. The Inquisitor manages to her to her feet only to quickly roll onto the offered bed, lying still on her side. ]

Mmph. Thank you.

( Cassandra opens her mouth to say something along the lines of: no, for it to be truly fair, they should be sharing the bed, but fortunately she manages to stop herself before the thought escapes her. Where in the world had that come from?

Nonetheless, she is soon distracted by the Inquisitor making herself comfortable on the bed.

Cassandra arches an eyebrow as she scoots backwards to rest her back against the mattress. )

Here I thought you would never concede.

I'm-...never give up. [ Though she had, and the bed seems absolutely inescapable now. ] So...there.

[ The room swims before her vision, and the soft lull of this borrowed comfort is calling to her. Still, Cecily rolls her head to face Cassandra, smiling lazily. ]

You're very good. D'you know that? [ The Inquisitor isn't more specific than that. ] You deserve all the...bed.

[ Does she have any effort left in her? Apparently! Cecily shifts, maneuvering clumsily toward the other side and leaving the other half of the space intentionally absent of her form. ]

There you go! Problem solved! "Thank you, Inquisitor, you're quite good at problems."

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