in this ever-spinning playground (open)

Ingrid

Ingrid started to lean back, but was quickly reminded of where she was when the box pile leaned back with her. Oh fuck. She leaned forward again and tried for a neutral expression, coming across like a cat trying to pretend it fell on purpose.

Then, she scrunched up her face at his words. "Okay if you're reusing dick AND hitting on everyone... Unless you get rejected, like, constantly, there's no possible way you can be standing her instead of getting some right now."

If he'd asked about mage glass, Ingrid would have thrown her beer at him. Luckily, his questions were... normal? "Customs, laws and rules? Okay. Rule number one: if you put out a fire, we'll kill you. Rule number two: If you want help, you better have the money to pay for it. Rule number three: don't freeze to death. By being frozen in the snow, you're creating a tripping hazard, and we'll fine you by emptying your pockets and feeding your body to an ursur," she said with a grin.

"You, on the other hand, seem like you know how to have a good time."

"Ya got that right, petals," she replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

Then, on the topic of the Old Gods, she replied: "Fucking fantastic. Sure, Caido doesn't exactly come to the shrine, but can you blame it? I just hope my thanks can be heard wherever Caido went."

"Shrine Ho"