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, Pรจre... Not you, รฉvidemment, but your upset.
[HEH. As far as romantically sauntering down on the beachโ]
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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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, Pรจre?
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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, Pรจre.
[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, Pรจre... Not you, รฉvidemment, but your upset.
[HEH. As far as romantically sauntering down on the beachโ]
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 Pรจre? 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.