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[canyafinwe]

*finishes with his misadventures in crossbow-land and heads over to the House of Feanor to see how Lindórië's doing and whine about how he doesn't really like weapons but doesn't want to let his daddy down omg*

*brings roast chicken for everyone else*

:S

Comments

[lindorie]

*Twitch twitch twitch*

Hello. How are you? :S

[lindorie]

*Thinks that's adorable.* :)

Are you okay with her being eaten? Still...I'm pretty sure Ada ate Norman when he died...

[canyafinwe]

*shrugs* I'm just glad to know her death wasn't in vain.

I, ah, won't be having any, though.

[lindorie]

*nods* Understandable. The rest of the family should enjoy the chicken though...blood-thirsty hellions.

[canyafinwe]

*laughs* Ha, yeah, that's what I was thinking. Family, huh? Have to love them. They don't give you any other choice.

[lindorie]

:S

Was that a genuine laugh or a bitter one..?

[canyafinwe]

*smiles* Genuine. ;)

[lindorie]

That's another way I'm not totally Feanorian. My sarcasm detector is faulty. :p

[canyafinwe]

I guess no one's entirely perfect, then. :p We will teach you the ways of the snark, young one, oh yes.

[mirefinwe]

*wanders in to hear that*

That's slander, that is. THey're great for killing the deserving minions of Morgoth and company... Ooh! Chicken!

[canyafinwe]

Have at it.

*hands him Olive Oyl :(*

[mirefinwe]

Aw, fantastic. Cheers mate.

*tears off a drumstick and bites into it*

And I hear I still have no reason to kick your head in over my sister.

*pats your shoulder*

Good for you. :D

[canyafinwe]

Uh... thanks? I try my best?

[mirefinwe]

Aye, you better.

Mmm... bloody good chicken this. You sure you don't want a bit?

*waves a wing at you*

[canyafinwe]

No, no, I'm good, thanks. Not really a chicken person.

[mirefinwe]

Eh, your loss.

Lindorie?