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[givingback]

Are you trying to figure out time travel? Because I'm definitely no help in that department.

[ If this has been a questioning session, that comment pretty much seals that Bree clearly doesn't mind. ]

[flask]

I'm not. I couldn't do a thing like that, not in a million years. But I know someone who might be interested.

[She's not about to dump someone else's tragic backstory on Bree, but it should be fine to be this vague about it. If she doesn't say who, it could ostensibly be anybody. Plenty of people are interested in traveling to the past in some form or another.]

Your mother watched the druids perform the ritual? Is she, uh, awake?

[givingback]

[ Bree's also respectful enough to not even try to pry, so there's that. She's curious, but this isn't the right time. ]

Yeah, she's awake. She could probably answer more about it than I ever could. I can ask if she feels like it? I don't know if it's...emotional for her, or what. Might be better coming from me. Or maybe you can write me a list of uh...

[ What's the word? ]

Questions!

[ Oh yeah, she's been drinking, and is hitting that hazy stage of not being too quick on her feet. ]

[flask]

Oh... He might know the questions to ask better than me.

[Shit. She intended to give Caleb the woman's name, but if Bree would rather ask her herself...]

I can only think to ask her to describe the ritual, you know, that the druids did. Like... if there were any spells they cast, or anything.

[givingback]

I'll ask her. I mean, probably she would be okay talking to anyone who's interested but not in a weird way?

[ She doesn't even know what a 'weird way' would be and shakes her head at herself. ]

Is there water here?

[flask]

[Nott nods. That's the best she'll get for now, probably. She doesn't know of any other specific questions to ask, but she can report this all back to Caleb for now.]

There's probably water? Strangely, every tavern I've ever been to has carried milk, so you'd think water would be a given.

[But why would you want to drink anything that's not alcohol, is Nott's very dehydrated question.]

[givingback]

Milk? Alcohol and milk sounds...well that sounds like an idea to make you throw up instantly.

[ The idea of it makes her stomach turn a little and Bree winces, turning to look for water as if it will just appear. ]

I'm gonna go look for some. Water, I mean. I think it's a good idea now.

[flask]

I don't know if they mix them together. Jester just only drinks milk. It's her favorite.

[Nott pats Bree on the... waist. She can't reach very high.]

But yeah. You go and get your water. Thanks for, um, all the... talking.

[givingback]

[ Bree actually gives a two-fingered salute - military she is not as she decides to go look. ]

You and me, we can talk anytime. I like you.

[ She flashes a grin, and really, since her arrival Nott's up there in the top people she's met, so there's that. ]