In the Dalish Camp...
Morrigan: What is this ratty
thing you insist on putting 'round my waist? It smells like rotting vegetation.
Me: It's an Elfrope. It'll increase your nature resistance.
Morrigan: Oh, yes. I'm certain that will be quite helpful against the Darkspawn, natural as they are. Perhaps the
smell will chase them off.
Me: *mutters* It's also supposed to 'reduce hostility'.
Alistair: *laughing* You think that'll actually work? On her?
Me: Never stops me from trying.
*
Trying to play through all dialogue options on the third time around...
Me: Come, Callum, let me educate you privately about what a woman really wants.
Callem: Okay.
(Presently)Morrigan: You are a wicked woman, truly. I approve.
Leliana: How terrible of you! That poor boy!
Callum: You're a bad, bad person.
Alistair: Has anyone seen my hair gel?
Me: ...
Alistair: What? My hair is sticking to my forehead. Makes it itch something terrible.
Me: *throws hands up*
upon reloading and trying again...
Me: *waves magic wand of persuasion* Congratulations, Callum and Gheyna.
Leliana: Oh, true love! It's so wonderful!
Morrigan: Yes. Now they can continue to make each other miserable for the rest of their lives. Brilliant, really.
Me: Alistair, look! True love! Isn't it wonderful how we've brought them together. You know. With
love? *bats eyelashes*
Alistair: Who ate all the cheese? *pouting* I was really looking forward to that. And it's almost lunch time, too.
Later...
Me: ... You're at like 88% or something Adore, but I can take Callum's virginity, practically right in front of you, and you're Switzerland? Or, I can unite him with his true love, and you're still Switzerland?
Alistair: ... What's Switzerland?
Later still...
Me: Alistair... remember the other day when you asked if I had feelings for you? And then you kissed me and told me I was beautiful?
Alistair: Yes.
Me: And now that we're in camp, if I asked you to my tent, you'd say yes, right?
Alistair: Well, yes.
Me: *runs party back and forth through Dalish Camp conversation triggers*
Morrigan: Is there a reason we've gone down this path a dozen times in the last half an hour?
Me: *stares at Alistair*
Alistair: What?
Me: Isn't there something you want to give me?
Alistair: That murderous look in your eyes means I'm supposed to say yes.
Me: Right. So...?
Alistair: Um...
Me: Something with petals, perhaps?
Alistair: Oh! I thought maybe it was a bit soon for that.
Me: You're one approval point away from asking
me to spend the night.
Alistair: How do you
know all of this?
Me *sigh*
Modifié par thenyxie, 11 janvier 2010 - 06:43 .