text; un: C.Rutherford

[happiertimes]

I understand that there is a festival focusing on romantic love going on right now, but I was wondering if there's anyone who would like to go out on a small journey to check on the fences with myself and a few others.

This person should be relative tech-savvy, as most of us are from a world where nothing of this magnitude exists. I've heard that the only requirement is that you be willing to sit for a day of learning. Of course, you needn't only apply if you are. A healer would be nice as well.

Feel free to contact me if this interests you.

Thank you.

[Yes, Cullen is trying to get away from the happy parts of the Quarantine for reasons. Yes, this is a genuine offer.]

Comments

[happiertimes]

You are twisting my words. I have nothing against picnics, romantic or otherwise. I just don't see that there needs to be another holiday month set aside for romance. It should be genuine or it means nothing.

[Except, he's not there for her to see it. He is laughing though.]

Blond beefcake? I've been called many things, but that is new.

[indigobird]

so you'd consider going on a picnic with her less genuine this month purely because of the holiday going on?

it's fitting, no? you are blond and a considerable beefcake. even i can't deny that

[happiertimes]

No, I find the idea behind the holiday insulting. Anyone that needs a holiday to prove that they care for their partner should reconsider their priorities.

I have no idea how to respond to that, Hawke. Why in the world would you call anyone that?

[indigobird]

fair enough. but what if people are just taking advantage of the offers the local businesses are peddling for the holiday? or if they're just feeling especially masochistic and indulging in all those weird potions?

because it's true...?

[happiertimes]

They are perfectly capable of making those decisions themselves. My desire not to fall into the expectations of such a gimmick doesn't make me unromantic. It just means that I find other ways to express myself with Iona.

[And since she's the only one who matters at this point, it's pretty moot.]

Ridiculous.

[indigobird]

[And that's enough debate about that. He's made his point, and her debating - or needling - him over it won't do any good at this point. He's cranky enough as is.

Besides, she's found something new to torment him with.]

and yet so very fitting. I'd bet you Iona would agree

[happiertimes]

[Win one concession and have to deal with Hawke's crappy sense of humor.

Ugh.]

And yet, even if she should call me that, I would be offended.

[indigobird]

is it really so much worse than Curly?

[happiertimes]

Maker, yes. At least Curly isn't turning me into some sort of piece of bloody meat for sale.

[indigobird]

you're not for sale, no one said you were. i'm not in the business of slavery and even if i was i think Iona would be a bit cross with me.

it's a JOKE. meant in jest. to tease.

[happiertimes]

Maker, Hawke, not everything has to do with slavery. I was referring...

Nevermind.

It's not a funny joke.

[indigobird]

you just said about selling you. if that's not what

[Hang on, Cullen. Give her a second.]

oh for

not trying to whore you out either, maker's balls!

....though you probably WOULD make a killing on it. just saying

[happiertimes]

Thank you.

[Sarcasm is a thing. He is using it.]

If you're done now, I can assume that you will be coming along with the rest of us.

[indigobird]

I'm here for all your backwards compliment needs

yes. the more the merrier and I'll admit that I've been itching to get out of the city.