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Hawke has spent the last week debating between a desire to troll the population and an intense distrust of the little device everyone's been using. It just doesn't seem like a good idea in her experience. Just because nothing has happened doesn't mean nothing will. That is the law of Thedas.

Still, she's not doing well on her own, so after a while, she decides to try activating the thing just to see if she can find out what it really does. If it blows up in her face, at least she's expecting that. It's not very graceful when she finally does figure out the thing in her hand, but there she is in the barn with a few stalls and the heads of three particular mounts behind her, a frown of concentration on her face.

"--not entirely convinced this isn't a magical artifact. Possibly elven. Where's Merrill when you need her?"

She tilts the device upside down so now she's not exactly visible anymore. Well, her legs and boots are visible, but that's about it. Someone might want to help her out. Regardless, she keeps talking, like she expects someone to hear. Somehow.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of all the recent chaos? Not that there's anything wrong with how happy everyone is lately, but I haven't seen a group of people this excited since red came into fashion in Orlais. Shame about the Winter Palace. Its floors might never be the same again."

Who just hints at the Inquisition's uniforms that night and all the slave deaths plus the Orlesian Civil War in one go? Hawke did. Too bad no one will really pick up on it.

"And if anyone can tell me who these delightful mounts belong to, that would be refreshing. Must be someone strong to deal with these teeth and antlers."

Eventually, the feed times out, but Hawke can be found and seen walking around the barn, talking to the mounts she clearly knows are from Thedas.

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That makes Jill smirk. "We'll try not to get the two mixed up. Or maybe we'll get them mixed up for the fun of it just to see where it goes."

Yeah, she likes Hawke's sense of humor. It's very similar to Jill's own dry humor that so few people actually get. Sometimes Jill can think she's hilarious in her head but no one else is laughing. In fact, that happens a lot more than she would care to admit.

"You'll have to meet my friend Lucy. She's basically my Isabela." Lucy is Jill's always. Even when they're with other people. Which might seem strange to most people, their openness with one another. Some might even think it scandalous. But it works for them. It has for a very long time.

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"Take one rule from Wicked Grace and apply liberally to football," Hawke agrees. "Does that mean if you lose a...whatever it is you play with in football, you take off an article of clothing? I hear that's a rule in some circles of Wicked Grace."

Not that she's advocating it or anything. That would be more Isabela's thing. Jill doesn't have to worry about no one laughing at her jokes when Hawke is around. Hawke will always laugh. They seem to think along the same lines. That can only mean trouble for everyone else.

The corners of Hawke's lips curl upwards. "I think I can manage that. If Isabela were here, I'd have you meet her, too." But at the moment, she's still back elsewhere, waiting for Hawke to come back no doubt. "So is Lucy your pirate queen?" Hawke continues in what is obviously a joking tone. Innuendo completely intended.

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"Oh, now Wicked Grace sounds like what I know as strip poker. Which, yeah. That's a thing." Jill is thoroughly amused right now. And yes, she's played strip poker before, only when Lucy was around to egg her on because of the two of them, Lucy is far more outgoing than Jill. "Not so much in football though although I'm sure you could find a way to make that a part of any game."

She nods, imagining what kind of woman would capture Hawke's eye. "I'll hope she gets here for you then. Or, the other way around but I think Itinere would be less for the loss of you."

Pirate Queen? Oh Jill is so totally calling Lucy that. Yes. It gets a smirk from her. "No, but I bet I could make her dress up like a pirate in zero point two seconds flat. She's just my best friend." With benefits. And really, she's more than that. But Jill thinks that explains Lucy well enough.

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"If she were here, at least I'd know she was safe," Hawke points out, tilting her head slightly. Isabela had always been afraid to lose Hawke. Having them together would at least ensure that they each knew what was going on with the other. No loss without the other knowing. For better or worse.

Somehow Hawke understands. There's a difference between how Hawke feels about Aveline and how she looks at Isabela, how Isabela looks at people like Zevran and how she looks at Hawke. Best friend or no, Hawke can tell there's more to it and that words won't properly do justice to it. So she doesn't push. She just lets the corners of her lips curl upwards to show that she gets it.

"If you can get her to dress up, I'd say you're the queen," she says instead. "I bet she'd do a lot for you."