That is what I said, yes.
There was a lull in practical jokes for a sizable amount of time, but unfortunately... it seems someone has deemed it necessary to take on that mantle once again.
I've yet to familiarize myself with whatever new lore I've been subjected to, not out of fear of knowledge, but in fear of what mischaracterization Blizzard has subjected me to this time.
barely able to hide her distaste at so many tropical flavors mashed into one sensory nightmare- she much prefers a cleaner palate, something simpler, but it will serve its purpose.
"What an... interesting blend. Not something I would personally choose- what draws you to it?"
She can't help the smugness that overtakes her at the words, at the slow settle down of the other. Her eyes narrow in pride at her plan come to fruition- after all, she just wants to chat, and the tea from his childhood seems to have lured him in quite well.
She'd pat herself
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Thorough enough to know his background and his preferences. Be it Vaira's intel or Moira's own interest in digging into his life, he had no idea which was worse.
Still, he sat himself down opposite her, a leg crossed over another as she pours.
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on the back later.
"My research is /always/ thorough, Pruksamanee. To imply otherwise would be an insult, not only to myself, but to Oasis University. And yes, Talon." She picks up her cup with a prosthetic hand, and raises it in a small toast.
"To health." And she sips,
@caduceuswing
[A box of expensive Swiss chocolates from a mysterious benefactor appear at her desk.
It's best not to ask how said chocolates got there, only be grateful that they are whole and untampered with. On top is a simple note:
Happy Birthday.
-Dr. O'Deorain]