[Lobelia gasps, lifting an arm to drape theatrically over his eyes like a man struck by grievous insult.]
Mon dieu! What kind of priest demands a man beg for truths he already knows? I am cute— évidemment!
[they should've replaced those eyes too when they were all up in there robotizing hansa smh............]
Mm, but non, this place does not sway me much at all. If it had been, say, my childhood home... my parents waiting warmly within... oui. That might have meant something to me.
He would love to tell Hansa off for calling him sentimental — he hates when this man is right — but it's true. His parents are worth remembering fondly, aren't they? He'll be coming home to them soon enough.]
Mm! If you're offering, it would be rude of me to turn you down. This way, this way.
[He'll take Hansa over to his favorite table... which gives anyone who sits here a pretty full view of the restaurant. It helps to know where the exits are.]
[tell me it fires lasers or some shit why is it hidden]
For you? Mm... give me a moment.
[Lobelia scans over the menu, but in practice, he's considering the particulars of how a man like Hansa even processes food. Maybe if he could just take him apart—]
...I suggest Coq au vin. A classique, and one I feel you will enjoy. Of course, you intend to have wine with your meal, non?
[There's only one right answer. Don't insult the Frenchman, Hansa.]
Don't patronize me... [:,(] And ah...a man of the sea. You do have that way about you. You probably spend a lot of times romantically sauntering down the beach, hm?
[Aw... is he being patronizing? Lobelia sticks his tongue out at him.]
That's cute, Père... Not you, évidemment, but your upset.
[HEH. As far as romantically sauntering down on the beach—]
Oui! What else is the beach for if not for romantic saunterings? Ah, but not quite as you imagine. I have told you before that I am something of a loner, non? Don't think to pity me. I've lived my life a particular way by choice.
I would show you, but I'm afraid I've given the card away.
[The literal one... Childermass has it now. Lobelia hums, tapping his fingers on the tabletop.]
The Tower symbolizes destruction that leads to truth. I've found that much to be the case all throughout my life... ah, but I suppose you do seek out danger, don't you? Your nasty habit will get you killed some day.
[Lobelia makes a show of sighing, but there's genuine weariness behind the theatrics.]
You are the worst kind of all... someone who refuses to leave.
[Not unlike the captain who, while wary of him at every turn, saw something worth accepting. Genuinely good people are rare. Those are the ones Lobelia can't stand to break.]
I would rather not see you harmed. You have too much to offer the world. Too much good.
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Mon dieu! What kind of priest demands a man beg for truths he already knows? I am cute— évidemment!
[they should've replaced those eyes too when they were all up in there robotizing hansa smh............]
Mm, but non, this place does not sway me much at all. If it had been, say, my childhood home... my parents waiting warmly within... oui. That might have meant something to me.
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Ah, I see.
[A pause.....and then a little huff of a laugh.]
You really are so sentimental. [He means it as a compliment.] Your parents may not be here...but we can have dinner together. If it would please you.
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He would love to tell Hansa off for calling him sentimental — he hates when this man is right — but it's true. His parents are worth remembering fondly, aren't they? He'll be coming home to them soon enough.]
Mm! If you're offering, it would be rude of me to turn you down. This way, this way.
[He'll take Hansa over to his favorite table... which gives anyone who sits here a pretty full view of the restaurant. It helps to know where the exits are.]
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Alright.
[He gladly follows, sitting himself down across the man.]
Now. What do you think I should order?
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For you? Mm... give me a moment.
[Lobelia scans over the menu, but in practice, he's considering the particulars of how a man like Hansa even processes food. Maybe if he could just take him apart—]
...I suggest Coq au vin. A classique, and one I feel you will enjoy. Of course, you intend to have wine with your meal, non?
[There's only one right answer. Don't insult the Frenchman, Hansa.]
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Ahhh. I don't think I've had that before, but I'll take it. And of course, the wine, too. It only adds to the meal, yes?
[HE WON'T BE SO MEAN]
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Bien! That is the only correct answer. Then for you, a bourgogne rouge.
[Which he'll order on Hansa's behalf, because Lobelia knows best.]
And for myself... Mm! Magret de Canard aux Cerises and Pinot Noir. Any objections, Père?
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[And....yes, he doesn't know enough French for This Shit.]
Canard....duck, right? Is that your favorite?
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Oui! Very good, Père.
[clapping for him what a good boy]
Ah, but non. I prefer seafood, myself. I grew up by the shore, you know... That is where all my best memories were made.
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Don't patronize me... [:,(] And ah...a man of the sea. You do have that way about you. You probably spend a lot of times romantically sauntering down the beach, hm?
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That's cute, Père... Not you, évidemment, but your upset.
[HEH. As far as romantically sauntering down on the beach—]
Oui! What else is the beach for if not for romantic saunterings? Ah, but not quite as you imagine. I have told you before that I am something of a loner, non? Don't think to pity me. I've lived my life a particular way by choice.
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[^_^]
[Yes he will take that compliment thank youuuuu.]
[The following remarks make him purse his lips a little. A loner...]
I wouldn't pity you. But I have to ask...why? Why that choice?
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[Ah, but now Hansa's asking the real question. Lobelia buys a moment to think with a sip of wine.]
Oh? Don't you know, mon Père? The Tower is bad luck. Stay too close to me and you'll fall to ruin too.
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[He lets out a little snort of a laugh.]
If Childermass got it into his head and told you that, maybe I should give him a talk.
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[Wouldn't it be charming if he were joking? Imagine.]
But ah... non. This isn't some magician's sleight of hand. This is the tarot that defines me.
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[Or maybe someone else, you never know how this murdergame goes.]
[He also takes a sip of whine.]
Do explain.
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[The literal one... Childermass has it now. Lobelia hums, tapping his fingers on the tabletop.]
The Tower symbolizes destruction that leads to truth. I've found that much to be the case all throughout my life... ah, but I suppose you do seek out danger, don't you? Your nasty habit will get you killed some day.
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[No one would go through what he did for a simple, pleasant life.]
And I'll take my chances. Besides, I like living. I know myself and what I can handle.
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You are the worst kind of all... someone who refuses to leave.
[Not unlike the captain who, while wary of him at every turn, saw something worth accepting. Genuinely good people are rare. Those are the ones Lobelia can't stand to break.]
I would rather not see you harmed. You have too much to offer the world. Too much good.