Hearing, Sight, Taste, Touch, and Smell. Which would be the worst one for you to lose and why?

[metatron_tm]

I can answer this question easily

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[samwisegardener]

*walks up a bit bashfully, hands behind his back and looks waaayyyyy up*

Excuse me? Erm, beggin' your pardon, and sorry to be botherin' you, sir, but, well, you seemed as if you could be usin' a bit of these.

*Samwise brings forth what he's been hiding, a small pot of tiny white, star-shaped elvish flowers called elanor from his own garden. The flower pot has been painted a bright yellow by his youngest son, Tolman-lad. He sets the flower pot down at the imposing figure's feet and shyly backs away*

It's not much, truth be told, and I'm sorry for that, but they always do seem to brighten my day. I hope they help yours.

[metatron_tm]

*looks first at the Hobbit, then at the flowers, a mournful expression there before he can hide it, or the wince.*

...Thank you. Although I have nowhere to keep them...

[shaman_x]

*quietly:* Would you like a garden?

[metatron_tm]

*winces again* No. Not yet.

[shaman_x]

Okay.

I, um, I'm sorry I yelled at you. And about the drinking and the things going boom making. And things.

[metatron_tm]

*snorts* I'm sorry, did you just say that to the-*the slighest pause*-angel who was doing all of the above but a hundredfold more so?

[shaman_x]

*with a small smile:* Pretty much, yeah.

[metatron_tm]

Then you are even more of an idiot than I am, if it's possible... no. I don't think it is.

[shaman_x]

*considers* *sticks tongue out* *grins*

And I apologise anyway. So, nerr.

[metatron_tm]

*picks up the flowers and shoves them in Mike's arms*

*pokes his tongue with his finger* I won't kiss and make up but you can have flowers. That's the traditional gesture for people who made an arse of themselves, isn't it?

[shaman_x]

*blinks* ...thank-you.

Flowers are traditional, are they? *considers* *slow smile* Okay.

[metatron_tm]

*shrugs* I assume you don't want a bottle of wine. Honestly. Can no one drink without getting rat-arsed, ever?

*sighs, he knows he's just hiding* Fine. Alright. I admit it. I was pathetic, irresponsible, immature, selfish, unreasonable and bull-headed. Have I missed anything out? I would hate to have to add lax to my list.

[shaman_x]

*winces* No alcohol, thank'ee kindly.

If I tell you I forgive you, are you gonna get stroppy? *grins*

[metatron_tm]

No alcohol for you, no flowers or... other such things for me. Right.

*his eyes go a little distant at that, and it's a hollow reply* Of course. Storm off to my cloud screaming it isn't fair and wearing black eyeliner and nailvarnish for a century, so probably best that you don't.

[shaman_x]

Tradition is over-rated, anyway. *smiles at the flowers, and the brings his hands together and parts them empty*

*tilts head, considering the angel from an angel, then smiles* I won't tell you then.

[metatron_tm]

*snorts* More so than you might imagine.

Good. I should hate to be a goth. It's so last millennia.