un: undaunted snake in lonely gardens

[descendency]

[ That sure is a soft, somewhat bored, deeply unimpressed voice coming in over the magical network. ]

Has anyone seen anything like a spray bottle being sold at the markets? Some kind of water receptacle connected to something that will spray water out when compressed. A perfume bottle would work. Anything that sprays water will do.

I'll pay for one to be brought to me. Thank you in advance.

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[jeoha]

I've done enough.

[ The tone does not hold any room for further questioning. ]

Explain exactly what it is that you need and why you need it.

[descendency]

No.

Do you know where to get decent drink in town?

[jeoha]

No.

[ The tone is an almost exact replica of Mingyu’s, but drier. ]

So you will request contraptions from our companions but not tell me why you need it. [ He’s hurt, Mingyu. Actually he’s just tired. ]

I would have thought there was wine enough in your quarters.

[descendency]

Do you have any guesses why I need it?

At any rate, I tire of wine. Come drink with me, kitten.

[jeoha]

My only assumption is to bathe, but that sound inefficient.

[ A pause, a furrow of the brow, and a slow question, confusion apparent: ]

You wish me to go somewhere to drink with you? What is wrong with your rooms?

check and mate

[descendency]

What a fantastic point. [ That is actually what he's been trying to get at all along, but why not make it sound like Lee Chang's idea? Oh, this is lovely. ]

Pick up something nice and come by my rooms, then. Snacks, too, if you don't mind. [ A pause. ] You may stop here for funds first if you don't have any, or I can reimburse you after.

[jeoha]

[ There’s a pause, a rustle, and then Yvla’s muffled voice from a few feet away: “Don’t look at me.” He sighs again. ]

Are there not servants to help with such things?

[descendency]

They're not my servants, for one. And I don't want to drink with them for another. Take a hint, Lee Chang. I'm asking for you specifically, not sure how to make it any clearer than I have.

[ A pause. ]

And ditch the bodyguard, will you? No offense, Ylva. You seem lovely.

[jeoha]

[ There’s a muffled snort from Ylva, and another long breath. ]

I understood the invitation, I merely— [ He cut off. He couldn’t very well admit he’d never really had to buy things for himself in his life. Even on the run, once people knew who he was, they simply gave him what he needed.

But he was no longer a prince. The Prince was dead. ]

Fine, Fine. I will find something.

[It was going to take some begging to Ylva and promising her double what she paid for it, but so be it. ]