extortionate

Did you draw those little pictures on the posters you put up?

Have you ever cleaned vomit from between flagstones, Messere?

Here's a thought,

[sounds like an idea's casual attempt to express itself while busy hands are taking up most of the mind's computing power.

The following pause just... keeps going...]

[ When the room assignments were posted, Astrid had laboriously traced the Trade runes on the paper, squinting at the shape of them and muttering the syllables aloud to herself to figure them out. And then finally lit up with delight once she realised that her new roommate wasn’t just someone she knew, but a friend,

but then a moment later, her brow crinkles. Pondering. So she gives him a call. ]

Is it, y’know… appropriate?

[ On Satinalia afternoon, Lazar will find in his pidge a short square box, simply but neatly wrapped in plain cloth (the inside will prove it to be flour sacking) secured with a lavender ribbon. Inside are a selection of small cakes shaped and decorated like tits. Each pair is different in size, shape, or coloring, but all are glazed to a shine. The cakes inside also vary in flavors.

The scrap paper card reads, in a quick but reasonably legible scrawl: I can't afford foie gras or chiaroscuro, but tits are easy enough. No nuts in the cakes. Happy Satinalia! -- Evelyn
The other side has crossed out text that looks like translation notes on something Black Chantry-related.

crystal

crystal

crystal;

crystal

secret satina