[True heroes hide behind small children, confirmed.]
[Cassandra is uncertain whether or not Elize really buys it, but considering she doesn't ask anything further, so she'll consider that a win. Wordlessly, she nods for Cullen and Elize to head towards the kitchen, she'll follow behind the two of them.]
[ And she briskly walks past Cullen, back to the dispensers where she left the cups. Not that she doesn't want to talk to Cassandra, she just really wants to take the responsibility to pour drinks for the both of them right now, okay!! SHE CAN DO THIS. ]
[ After pouring the drinks using the dispenser, she carefully carries the cups over on a serving tray. A glass of water for Cassandra, a cup of tea for Cullen, and another cup of tea for herself. She smiles a bit, pleased with herself. See? She got the drinks just fine!
She takes a seat next to Cullen. ]
So, what story are you going to tell me, Cassandra?
[ Oh, look at how quickly that name earned her attention. She sounds delighted. First she heard about Crookytail from Jove, Troggy the nugalope from Cole, and now Druffy. ]
[Oh. Cassandra wasn't expecting her to be this enraptured so quickly. Okay, she's got this.]
[But really, how does one describe a druffalo to someone who has never seen it before? Maker help her, she almost wishes Varric were here.]
It's a large creature. Their fur is brown and shaggy and they have downturned horns. Domesticated ones are quite docile, but there are plenty of wild herds that can be more territorial and aggressive.
[ She scoots her chair closer and rests her chin in her hands, paying close attention. She might have to ask Cole to draw a Druffalo for her someday... ]
What kind of Druffalo was Druffy? Was she wild or doe-mest-uh-kate-it? [ Domesticated, Elize. ]
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True heroes hide behind small children, confirmed.][Cassandra is uncertain whether or not Elize really buys it, but considering she doesn't ask anything further, so she'll consider that a win. Wordlessly, she nods for Cullen and Elize to head towards the kitchen, she'll follow behind the two of them.]
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[Bond, girls!]
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I- I can do it!
[ And she briskly walks past Cullen, back to the dispensers where she left the cups. Not that she doesn't want to talk to Cassandra, she just really wants to take the responsibility to pour drinks for the both of them right now, okay!! SHE CAN DO THIS. ]
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[Cassandra isn't sure exactly what happened just not, but she can roll with it. Maybe? She'll just sit and make herself comfortable.]
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The two of you will get along fine.
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She takes a seat next to Cullen. ]
So, what story are you going to tell me, Cassandra?
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[Cassandra does take a sip of her water before she speaks again.]
I thought I might tell you about the time we helped Druffy the Druffalo find her way home.
[Cannot get more kid-friendly as far as stories go than that one, okay. She will just skirt around the demons and the more violent parts.]
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Ah, that one. I've always been curious about that myself.
[He read the report, but hearing Cassandra tell the story is probably much more entertaining.]
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[ Oh, look at how quickly that name earned her attention. She sounds delighted. First she heard about Crookytail from Jove, Troggy the nugalope from Cole, and now Druffy. ]
What does a Druffalo look like?
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[But really, how does one describe a druffalo to someone who has never seen it before? Maker help her, she almost wishes Varric were here.]
It's a large creature. Their fur is brown and shaggy and they have downturned horns. Domesticated ones are quite docile, but there are plenty of wild herds that can be more territorial and aggressive.
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They're very powerful. I wouldn't want to anger one.
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[ She scoots her chair closer and rests her chin in her hands, paying close attention. She might have to ask Cole to draw a Druffalo for her someday... ]
What kind of Druffalo was Druffy? Was she wild or doe-mest-uh-kate-it? [ Domesticated, Elize. ]
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She was domesticated. We found out about her because her owner had posted a letter asking for her safe return, if anyone could find her.
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[Don't look too amused, Cullen.]
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Did you?
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[And it has nothing to do with gigantic druffalo teeth that are even bigger than horse teeth, okay. YOU DON'T KNOW HER.]