I left the crate on the docks. Didn't want it in my room in case we're all murdered in our sleep and no one is around to explain to the people who find our bodies that I'm not some sort of creep or tailor—anyway.
[ She's about to ask what would be so bad about someone thinking he was a tailor, but decides against it. It would probably be Alistair-logic and she has no desire for such a thing in her life, thanks.
Just give her the panties. ]
I am. I will meet you there.
[ And he'll either find her waiting or see her walking up to him, depending on his timing. ]
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Thankfully, I was not set on having those ones. But... [ Ugh, she's really about to ask this. ] Are there any lacy ones left?
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[ He's not really. ]
There might be. If you want to come by, I can turn the other way while you look.
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[ Hey, what he wears under his armor is none of her concern. ]
All right. When and where would be convenient for you?
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[ Anyway. ]
I'm not far if you're free now.
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Just give her the panties. ]
I am. I will meet you there.
[ And he'll either find her waiting or see her walking up to him, depending on his timing. ]