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[elsecall]

[ Hold, please, while she decides whether it's worth her time to quibble over the difference between an opinion and a preference. ]

I appreciate polish. And yet, I'd like to think I'm not so inflexible as to consider polish and ruggedness to be entirely mutually exclusive.

[ There — an opinion that doesn't quite map onto a preference. Much tidier than quibbling it. ]

[recreatable]

Ah, so that's your type. Polished men.

[ ... ]

No wonder you haven't had much luck among the Alethi.

[elsecall]

[ — Storms, but she both hates and loves to be so provoked. Luckily, in writing, she can avoid too quick and too temperamental a response. ]

I don't have a type.

[ Says the woman who very demonstrably in this very moment has a type. ]

[recreatable]

Come on. Everyone has a type.

[elsecall]

[ ...Fine, correction: ]

I haven't got a type when it comes appearances.

[recreatable]

So you're admitting, with written proof, that you do have a type.

[elsecall]

A shrewd man once told me that everyone has a type.

[recreatable]

Ooh. He sounds very wise indeed.

Let me guess. 'No dummies allowed'.

[elsecall]

That depends entirely on whether the dummy can be taught.

[recreatable]

[ Don't get him all hot for teacher right now. ]

Yeah, that's the same quality I look for in a dog, too.

[elsecall]

What about yours?

[ And — actually — before he can give her the runaround, she adds: ]

Your type.

[ Quid pro quo, mon ami. ]

[recreatable]

I spent the last 67 years conversing with gestrals. I'm just lucky if someone is human.

[elsecall]

Try again.

[ There's no way she's letting him get away with that answer. ]

[recreatable]

Intelligent. Nice hands.

I do feel the need to mention 'human' again.

[elsecall]

Nice hands?

[ She should really poke and prod at this human protest some more, but she'll wait until she has a better on-ramp. It's not that she disagrees, it's just — it feels a bit overstated. And then there's the concern that maybe he'll think less of Renarin for...

Well. There's no need to get protective about something that hasn't happened yet. ]

[recreatable]

Is that so deviant?

[ —Well. Maybe it is here. ]

We don't see hands the same way in Lumière.

[elsecall]

Deviant? No — but you were the one making a fuss about being gentlemanly, earlier.

[ And he basically just wrote the Alethi equivalent of I'm an ass man, myself. ]

[recreatable]

[ ...................... ]

You should know that in Lumière, hands are a very classy thing to be into.

[elsecall]

If you say so.

[ It's not as though she can fact check him. ]

[recreatable]

Never mind. I hate hands.

[elsecall]

I'm not convinced the opposite extreme is any better.

[recreatable]

Then I have no strong feelings on them one way or another. Entirely neutral.

[elsecall]

What a strange and obvious lie to tell.

[ Or, wait — is this one of those lies that she's just supposed to take as-is, despite itself? She's never been good with those. Then again, she's never felt compelled to unsay something she's already said. ]

[recreatable]

Hey. I shared something personal with you, and you're giving me shockingly little opportunity to regain my dignity.

[elsecall]

[ ...She's not convinced dignity can be regained by willful ignorance. But, okay. Fine. ]

I think you'll find — upon review of the transcripts — that any judgement you may feel is a fabrication on your part.

[ All she did was ask! Surely. Surely, her careful silences couldn't have been interpreted any other way. ]