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[yourlastdance]

Well hello, City. [Inigo is seated at a table at an outdoor café, the device propped against a salt shaker. He gives the screen a smile and a tiny salute.] I do hope I’m using this thing correctly, otherwise I’m about to feel at least ten degrees of stupid in the very near future. But it pains me to imagine such a pretty girl would steer me false! Even if she did seem a bit preoccupied…I don’t necessarily object to brisk treatment, mind, but the details are everything.

[ TEA BREAK. This tea is delish.]

Now, where was I?

[Pause. Pauuuuuuuse.]

Ah! My name is Inigo. It isn’t often that I find myself whisked away to strange new lands with nary a warning- and by often I mean mostly never, and by mostly I just mean never. Unless time travel counts.

Regardless! [Gosh, this tea is so great.] I could use some company, and there must be a lovely lass out there who wouldn’t mind a cup of tea with old Inigo?

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[subecho]

...you are weak in the knees. Like a calf.

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[yourlastdance]

A calf, he says! I don't know how much more abuse my feeble body can withstand.

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[subecho]

You are calf-like! It will take much to down you.

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[yourlastdance]

And yet here you are, attempting to do that very thing! You- you cad!

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[subecho]

The calf and cad, we must have a song to us!

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[yourlastdance]

I haven't even heard it, and it already sounds like something bawdy and only fit for taverns.

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[subecho]

We will make your ancestors proud, as it is sung.

[ Wait, can the little sprout drink enough - ]

...one or two ancestors, by the size of you.

[ No, really, can he - ]

If you are fit for task, and they are dwarves.

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[yourlastdance]

Don't insult my mother. [GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR]

I'm more than fit! You owe me dinner, anyway, so I'll show you.