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[1handedwelshman]

Bedivere, at long last returned from his emo brooding soul searching and ever willing to profit off the misfortune of others, is now casually not-quite-napping next to two large and slightly dusty crates full of bottles. There is a sign leaning against the crates that reads simply:

Will Trade Booze for Sex KissesApparently his cellar is more well

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[hardlyagravated]

And here's Sir Agravain's lady wife, with a basket of greens on her hip, either going to or coming from the Mansion. Amused, she says quietly, "Do you have to pay for kisses these days, Sir Bedivere?"

[1handedwelshman]

He offers her a smile. "Me? Never. However, everyone else has to pay for their alcohol, and I've always preferred kissing lips to biting coins."

[hardlyagravated]

She smiles back, and says mildly, "Perhaps wise, in this place's odd economy."

[1handedwelshman]

"Just doing my part. Besides, I was a lousy hunter even when I still had two hands."

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac pauses. And laughs. "Well, that's fair enough."

[1handedwelshman]

Bedivere laughs with him. "Figured somebody'd like it. Interested?"

[all_that_grace]

"Oh, quite." Because Sagramore makes sadpuppy eyes when there is nothing to spike his coffee with, and he is a sucker for those.

[1handedwelshman]

Bedivere leans back and grins. "Pick your attack, then pick your booze. I'm not terribly discriminate about either."

[russet_goddess]

He's probably been having some kind of interaction with Zara, but all the same she takes him by the shoulder and kisses him without preamble.

[1handedwelshman]

They've been coexisting if nothing else. He kisses her back and hands her a bottle of...whatever he grabbed without looking. "Your prize, my lady."

[russet_goddess]

"Stupid," she says, a lot gentler than she'd say it to anybody else in the world. And slips one arm around his waist familiarly.

[1handedwelshman]

"What? You're not going to try and convince me I'm more fun than a bottle of booze, are you?" He laughs and slips in another quick kiss.

[tinylittleonion]

Blush.

[1handedwelshman]

Hullo there.

[tinylittleonion]

It's probably ruder than it isn't, to just stand there and blush at him -- but Alyosha is very good at blushing. Exceedingly shyly, "Pardon ..."

[1handedwelshman]

"No need. I don't expect everyone to jump on the offer right away." He smiles as reassuringly as he can. "I don't recall that we've met. Sir Bedivere Bedrydant, at your service."

[avenginggoddess]

Nemesis stared at the sign, then snorted. "Does it ever work?"