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[ Daisy raised an eyebrow, since, uh, she'd never used a wineskin in her life and wasn't entirely sure how you even opened it. ]

Uh, this isn't some kind of Jesus Christ, this is blood this is my body thing is it?

[Beau just stared at Daisy for a long moment, genuinely confused.]

I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. It's just wine. Pretty fucking good wine, but literally just wine. My family's wine. [A pause as the monk realized she felt some weird offense just then.] You got a fucking problem with my gift?

[ Daisy paused to give Beau a look that was both exasperated and amused. ]

First off, really? You wanna start a fight already? Second off, no. Just weirded out by Catholicism and also have no idea how you open this, since I've never used one before. But it's nice. Even nicer now that I know what it means.

[ Admittedly, Daisy is not a wine drinker--it all tastes vaguely like vinegar to her--but she's not about to say that. ]

No, I just... I hate my family, but we made good wine and I tried to get something better and-- Fuck Never mind.

[Feeling extremely awkward, she pointed out how to use a wineskin.] Just take that off and tilt it up in your mouth, don't squeeze or you'll be wearing it.

See, I would have absolutely fucking squeezed it and while I'm sure it would've been high-larious, I like this dress.

[ Since she'd been worn, she kind of awkwardly tipped her head back and took a healthy swallow of wine (which wasn't remotely how you were supposed to drink wine, probably), licking her lips and wiping her mouth on the back of her had. ]

So. Your family, like...big vineyard business?

Only with wine that wasn't that wine. I only have so much of that.

[Seeing Daisy try the wine was helping Beau calm down and feel better. Her gift had been accepted and her friend hadn't made a face like she drank something nasty. Cause that shit wasn't cheap.]

Yeah - vitners. Kamordah is known for its wine but we made the best. Or one of the best. Don't know anymore. Been a while since I been to the vineyard.

You didn't have to give me anything, you know.

[ She re-capped (recorked?) the wineskin and took her shoes back from Beau, since Beau was being nice enough to carry the cash box. ] Just showing up is enough. I mean, it's nice, don't get me wrong, but the swallowing of pride and the eating of crow? Plenty.

Well, I really was an asshole so I figured it couldn't hurt. [Still nice to know.]

...and maybe it would make you willing to do me a favor tomorrow?

Aww, Beau, you wanted to get me drunk and butter me up? I'm flattered. [ Just to be a brat, she tightened her arm and gave Beau an exaggeratedly loud kiss on the cheek. ]

What's up?

[Not her intention... okay, maybe a little. She leaned her head away and gave a halfhearted shove to get Daisy off her.]

Oh, I wanted to finally go get my own strap on - introduce my witch to 'em - but... There's so many types and they're made of weird shit.

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Oh you definitely don't have to get me drunk for that. Toy shopping's one of my favorite things.

So what we're gonna be looking for is a nice beginner's rig, I'm guessing. You want something realistic looking, or no?

I've used one before. I know what I'm doing with a harness. Not sure how beginner it needs to be. [She shrugged.] I don't really care what it looks like as long as it feels good. Not exactly a fan of dicks here, Daisy.

But... Glinda likes them so maybe it'd be good to have one that looks like one.

Beginner for her, Beau. As in, maybe we don't jump straight to Monster Cock. God, you're touchier than usual, what the hell's the matter with you? [ It's not stated with any ire--maybe a touch of annoyance, but mostly she's concerned. ]

[She drew in a long breath and let it out, looking up at the night sky for a moment.]

...I want to drink really fucking bad and it's hell not doing it with the weight of three thousand years of devotion pressing down on me.

[She shook herself.] So yeah, okay, I get it. Beginner for her.

...Okay.

[ The not drinking, Daisy got, but clearly there was a big ol' puzzle piece she was missing. ]

All right, so realistic size, realistic appearance is okay. That should make it pretty easy. You wanna meet me at Hysterium tomorrow afternoon?

[Beau shifted the cashbox to the other arm.] Yeah, that works. I'll carry this back for you then head off. Thanks for... like, everything.

You're welcome for like everything.

[ Since Beau seemed more comfortable with the ribbing than the affection--which, Daisy got, she really did--she nudged Beau's elbow with her elbow. ]

What helps you focus? Like...when you feel out of sorts, what helps you feel like your head is where it's supposed to be and your skin isn't full of bees? Work? Sex? Fighting? What's your fallback coping mechanism when it's not a bottle?

[Beau preferred genuine affection in small doses; the ribbing was far more acceptable to her. Good call there.]

Fighting usually. Sometimes working out. Sometimes sex. Basically whatever it takes to get me physically exhausted. I'm like... weirdly comfortable when I'm riding the edge of everything going to hell.

You wanna go running with me some time? Might be more fun that way. Little friendly competition would probably push me a little harder.

Sure. I go for a run every day as part of my normal workout routine but I can always run with you whenever you do so. Always find time to smoke your ass. [Friendly competition just meant no fighting.]

Did you know the lake is a whole lot bigger than it fucking looks like? When I get really upset with myself, I go for a run around it. Takes me like two hours or so. [Then she collapsed completely drenched in sweat but feeling better.]

You can try. I'm pretty fast. [ They'd actually be pretty evenly matched, Daisy imagined. ]

I do not actually get out to the lake much. Or the woods. I do my running in city limits. Less risk of plant exposure that way.

You know... I've never had the joy of being pollened. [Beau figured it might be similar to the fog her and Daisy first met in.] Or if I have, I haven't noticed.

My path about the lake starts close to the shore - not a lot of flowers there. But I'm cool with your route.

Me neither, other than, like, pollen season last year, cause you couldn't really avoid it. Damn mortal bodies and their need to breathe air.

I'll give the lake a try but if I trip into a clutch of fuck flowers don't leave me to twist in my horniness.

I might deny you for a bit to get you to beg, but nah - I won't leave you hanging high and dripping. I might be an asshole, but that's borderline cruel.

Mm, you're a true friend, Beau-beau.

Go for a run in the morning before the shopping excursion?

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