[francel doesn't even ask. he answers without hesitation, apparently unruffled by whatever prompted emmanellain to ask his own ridiculous question.]
Kitchen cabinet.
[at last he remembers what he meant to write: a missive to the house haillenarte knights at monument tower, requesting a report on garlean activity in southwestern coerthas. francel prints his first letter — "s" for "ser ignace" — with an impeccable flourish.]
...I suppose you have a point. [he serenely wets his quill again, dipping it once more in ink.] You know, in my youth — when I was about thirteen, I mean — I thought Laniaitte and Artoirel were rather well-suited to each other. But now...
Well, they would be an exquisite couple — very beautiful, very powerful — but they would not... enjoy themselves, would they? They would be so... dull together.
[...in harsher terms, they haven't an onze of fun-loving spirit between them.]
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Kitchen cabinet.
[at last he remembers what he meant to write: a missive to the house haillenarte knights at monument tower, requesting a report on garlean activity in southwestern coerthas. francel prints his first letter — "s" for "ser ignace" — with an impeccable flourish.]
...I suppose you have a point. [he serenely wets his quill again, dipping it once more in ink.] You know, in my youth — when I was about thirteen, I mean — I thought Laniaitte and Artoirel were rather well-suited to each other. But now...
Well, they would be an exquisite couple — very beautiful, very powerful — but they would not... enjoy themselves, would they? They would be so... dull together.
[...in harsher terms, they haven't an onze of fun-loving spirit between them.]