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[He huffs--almost like a laugh--and chases it with another swig of wine, just to be safe.]

Any good at drawing?

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Well...no. Quite dreadful, actually.

You know who's quite good, though, is Alexandrie.

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Who.

[rathercommon]

Seriously?

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I'm hoping you'll prove my guess wrong with what you say next.

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Alexandrie de la Fontaine. Orlesian woman.

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[A NOISE OF DISGUST.]

[rathercommon]

Oh, come on. Don't you want to see another rich kid pulled into all this? See her throw over her fellow nobles to help us out?

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Will she actually do any of that, or will this be an amusing distraction to play at for a few months. One to be bragged about at lunches. "That time I drew incendiary pictures for the poor to look at."

I'd rather have a monkey paint the pamphlets in shit.

[rathercommon]

I can make her care.

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[Everything in him says no, but. You do have to take chances. Sometimes.]

And trust her to stay committed to it?

Make no mistake. I do not single her out in this. I do not have much faith or place much value in the attention span of any member of the Orlesian aristocracy.

[rathercommon]

No - they all seem utterly dreadful.

[ Her voice is casually judgmental. ]

But if she doesn't stay committed to it - Is that so dreadful? We can take her help when she gives it.

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It is dreadful in that it wastes my time.

[FIRST AND FOREMOST really.]

And in that, if she decides to fuck off and take up some new fun cause three months from now, once the novel amusement of revolution has worn off, she potentially carries off secrets with her.

[rathercommon]

Except that everything she'd be doing things with would be stuff we were about to publish.

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[well

true

but]

I said yes, didn't I.

[rathercommon]

You did not say yes, actually.

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Well, I just did.

[So there.]