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[heavyhanded]

[ The interior of a Mac apartment! And Jaime is slumped in a chair, holding what looks like a... solid gold wine bottle, and not looking pleased. ]

I've heard talk of "superpowers" among the imPorts. Perhaps I've found mine. If this is meant to be a blessing, then the gods here play japes just as cruel as the ones I've known in Westeros. [ A wry smile, and he tilts the bottle upside down. Nothing pours out. ] Why, I'd barely even started this bottle.

The banks here will take my coinage gladly enough, do you think they'll take my drink, as well?

[ He peers into the bottle, sighs, and tosses it away with a heavy clunk. ]

It was poor wine, anyway.

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permavid.

[klutziness]

[THIEF SENSES INITIATED]

So, how often does that happen? You're gonna have a surplus soon, huh?

[she will gladly take if off your hands]

[heavyhanded]

If things continue in this direction, it's possible. I'd rather they didn't, if it's all the same to you.

[klutziness]

[but what if it's not]

Why? It's a pretty nifty power. Think of everything you could get.

[heavyhanded]

Think of everything I might lose. What if this had been Arbor Gold, and not some pig's piss of a wine?

[klutziness]

I assume that "Arbor Gold" is some kind of super-expensive wine. And think of how much more of it you could buy with a solid gold wine bottle.

[heavyhanded]

And what if all I buy goes the way of the pig's piss?

[klutziness]

Dude, there are plenty of places to get good wine here. You just gotta know where to look.

[SAYS THE 19 YEAR OLD GIRL]

[heavyhanded]

I'm not worried about getting good wine, girl. I'm worried about keeping it.

[klutziness]

Uh, my name is Rikku. And if everything you touched was gonna turn to gold, I think your clothes would be a lot heavier.

[heavyhanded]

Well, they I pray they stay light, and my wine stays closer to water than steel.

[klutziness]

Good plan.

We haven't met, you must be new. What's your name?

[heavyhanded]

I am, you're right. Jaime of House Lannister.

[klutziness]

I'm Rikku. I guess I don't really have a house? [because it was blown up oops]

[heavyhanded]

[ oh so he's talking to a peasant girl, gross ]

Not all of us are so fortunate.

[klutziness]

[rude. dude technically she is a princess, suck on that
not that she will ever, ever admit it]

Yeah, you probably have to work a lot harder to keep your family happy.

[SHE JUST ASSUMES]

[heavyhanded]

[ DERISIVE
SNORT ]

Not particularly. There's no need, with most of them. They've recently developed a habit of dying off.

[klutziness]

[OH
YOU]

Wow that's pretty blunt.

[heavyhanded]

[ KERSHRUG ]

So was the crossbow bolt that took my Lord Father's guts, but it did its job well enough.

[klutziness]

[LMAO SHE CAN'T NOT BE GROSSED OUT
SHE CAN'T NOT JUST BURST INTO LAUGHTER]

O-oh Shiva, that's like, the grossest thing I've heard all day!

[heavyhanded]

I can give you worse still, if you'd like. He was set on the privy at the time.

[klutziness]

[WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO HER
she has to lay down on her couch until she catches her breath]

Rumo cred, that's awful, I shouldn't be laughing about that, he was your dad.

[heavyhanded]

[ admittedly he's used to it being him that's laughing at other people's expense when he should be serious and solemn, but as long as someone is laughing, and it's not at him, maybe it will work... ]

All fathers die. Some of them do it with more shit involved than others.

[klutziness]

Yeah, well, as far as I know, my old man is still alive and kickin', hopefully being a better maytan than he used to.

[heavyhanded]

For now. [ a beat. ] "Maytan"?

[klutziness]

It's Al Bhed--means "leader." It's what we call my people's, well, leader.