As a reference, here is one I made up for one of the who-do-you-romance threads..:
Mother: `Morning, sweetie.. Well well well, did I see it right? A man sneaking out from your room in the middle of the night..?
Hawke: Er.. guess so..
Mother: Praise the Maker!!! After so many years of loneliness thought you would never find yourself a worthy man..! A husband!
Hawke: Mother..
Morther: So tell me, tell me child, was it the charming prince we had over for dinner last week?.. Who couldn`t stop complimenting on my cooking all night?
Hawke: Well, not exactly..
Mother: Then the handsome healer who cured my lumbago last year.. I have been feeling like 20 again ever since! And he cures the poor for free in Darktown! What a golden heart that man must have..
Hawke: No, mother, its not him either..but..
Mother:..ok ok then.. well, the dwarf wouldn`t have been my first guess, but he has good looks to his kind and got me those nice Antivan sheets for areasonable price..
Hawke: Nope mum. If you really wanna know it was the elven ex-slave from that messy mansion next door, who rushed in drunk last time, threw his half-empty bottle against the wall, yelled my name, then broke the family vase, beat up the dog and spit on the floor swearing all the way when you told him I was gone shopping..
Mother: ……
Mother: oh $#*!
Modifié par Eval, 24 mars 2011 - 12:56 .





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