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Eirene chuckled as the hare made mention of the Smudgies. "After my wife was fired from Misantropy for her being wit' me," she recalled, "she and de Minister goed to de Smudgies. I tink she was wanting to be one first, but her minister goed to Misantropy and no to Niceties. She always says in...

Eirene chuckled at the hare's enthusiastic response. "Dank you," she replied, glancing over from her cleaning. "We dis autumn are married twenty-five years. I no know yet what we do to celebrate. Maybe we go see dat place togetter." She finished brushing away the rest of the rust, blowing once...

Eirene laughed as she stumbled slightly as well, the world swimming. "I should ask you de same ting." --- Bezine, Eirene, and Morgan showed up at the Freemonts' door well before Daniil. Bezine and Eirene had brought a covered pan each, as well as a bag of groceries each with which to complete...

Eirene chuckled gently as Caden settled in against her. He was a bit old to be treating her as a mother figure, but she supposed that her current age couldn't be that different from what his mother's would have been if she'd survived. Besides, if she was to be the "mom friend" to him and Daniil...

Eirene nodded in understanding of Caden's point, and his fears. It was easy to believe oneself cursed, to withdraw from the affection of others rather than risk having one's heart broken again, or hurting others in the process. Bezine had been in much the same place when she and Eirene had met...

Eirene was quiet for a moment, then slid down to sit next to Caden. "Maybe," she suggested slowly, "de first step is let him know you care. Is clear you love him, if use dat word no scares you. Maybe show dat first, den tell him later." A spark of an idea entered her mind, and she began to draw...

Eirene listened as Caden confessed in her, somehow managing to keep her expression... well, reasonably straight. She considered admitting to him that she'd figured out the situation weeks ago, really almost as soon as they'd met, but that seemed like the exact thing that Caden didn't need to...

Eirene nodded her understanding, fetching her coin purse and, after fumbling with this strange Vulpinsulan money, finally fetched out a ten gilder piece that seemed sufficient to cover her drinks and a tip. Once they'd paid the bill, they stumbled out a side door into a nicely kept alley, both...

Eirene winced in unison with Caden as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. "Dat burns," she grumbled, setting the shot down. "Sorry, you are very generous. I no am often drinker," she admitted. "I would like visiting you dough. Our families are friends is good." She hesitated before asking...

"No no no!" Eirene hurried to put a paw on his shoulder, leaning across the table and inadvertently knocking over her empty mug. "Is okay! I am happy learning your toughts." She gave him a friendly, sympathetic smile as she commented, "Is hard our age beasts make friends. I am glad being yours."

Eirene smiled at the hare's antics, finding herself surprisingly relaxed around the woodlander. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him; he seemed quite earnest and eager, good-natured as well. Eirene decided that she liked him, or at least what she'd seen so far. She bit her lip as she...

Eirene nodded slowly, trying to fight down the urge to find a corner and vomit all of the alcohol she'd consumed that evening, to purge herself of the shock and disgust that were at war in her gut. "I no have... dat experience," she stated quietly, looking down at her mug. "I no know have dat...

Eirene listened to the tale, fascinated by its complexities. Varangian politics had always been of interest to her, though sadly her knowledge of its intricacies was inverse to that. While they'd lived there for a few short years, she and Bezine had largely kept their heads down and tried to...

Eirene nodded, noticing how the world briefly swam at that motion. Oh, she was definitely getting tipsy. "If you no mind share to me," she managed, finding in harder to parse through the complicated Vulpinsulan grammar than usual, "den you say on last job you did what?"

Eirene knocked back the whiskey, making a face as it burned on the way down. She'd grown up on rice wine, and still tended to prefer especially the sweet yellow and purple rice wines that they brewed in her village over the heavily concentrated 'firewater' that Vulpinsulans would call moonshine...