[Fitcher's makes an agreeable humming noise as she flicks through a few pages drawn free from a thin protective leather folio.]
Or I am.
[is a belated punchline, underscored by the sly look she shoots his way over the edge of the papers.
The ring is pretty and its setting distinct enough that it might risk identification were it to go missing. But nothing six months spent cooling in a pocket wouldn't fix. Maybe it's enchanted. Who can say? Definitely not me who would never think ahead far enough to spend AC points on a rando magic ring but always kind of wishes I was that person because that would be fun.]
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Or I am.
[is a belated punchline, underscored by the sly look she shoots his way over the edge of the papers.
The ring is pretty and its setting distinct enough that it might risk identification were it to go missing. But nothing six months spent cooling in a pocket wouldn't fix. Maybe it's enchanted. Who can say? Definitely not me who would never think ahead far enough to spend AC points on a rando magic ring but always kind of wishes I was that person because that would be fun.]