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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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.