From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 10:31:23

*is hanging up his coat when he notices you*

*comes over and spins around the chair across from you, straddling it and resting his chin on the back*

Why so glum, Finny?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 10:32:13

*peers at you over the top of her paper*

*scowling* What do you want, Mablung?

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 10:36:29

*shakes a finger at you* Testy, testy. You're going to have to learn to play nice if you're marrying my best friend, you know.

Speaking of which, have you seen the boy? Melly is a peach but I don't think Nienor likes the palace much. I mean, that's what I've heard.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 10:37:31

*disappears behind her paper again*

We're not getting married. And no.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 10:41:14

*could not be less surprised if you'd told him the sky was blue or Elu had finally flipped his lid*

*picks up a fork and slowly pushes the center of the newspaper down with it until he can see your face again*

Found out, did he? Aw, well. Buck up, little camper. You had a good run. *matter-of-factly* Also, it was a shitty thing to do.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 10:44:42

*reddens slightly* Lay on, Macduff.

*annoyed* So you're the authority on morality now?

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 10:50:01

*maintaining a perfectly straight face* I was always the authority on morality.

I'm not judging you or anything. *taps his chin thoughtfully* Well, maybe a little bit. But now it seems to me I might be able to help you out. If you're interested.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 10:52:56

*folds up her paper neatly and places it on the table in front of her*

*leans on her forearms* Let me guess. I've got the 'ache' but you've got the 'medicine'? And the convenient 'syringe'?

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 10:56:37

*curls his lip in distaste* WHAT? NO. Actually, that's really good, though. I'll have to remember that one. But NO.

*conversationally* I was just thinking that here you are, all sad, and Túrin's...wherever Túrin is, all sad and holding a grudge according to his very fine standard of grudge-holding. But I could probably, you know, get him to talk to you.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 11:00:18

I could probably get him to talk to you

*feels the tiniest beginnings of hope for absolution, despite herself*

*siiiiiighs* And why, pray tell, would you do that for me? And if you say anything remotely like "tit for tit", I'll slap you.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 11:03:16

*laughs* Sweet Eru on a pogo stick. You need to come work for me and write my material.

But seriously, folks. What do you mean, "why"? Because I'm a nice guy and I don't like to see my friends unhappy when said friends enjoy killing things out of unhappiness?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 11:04:42

Because I'm a nice guy

*gives you a Look*

*makes a move to pick up the Living section again*

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 11:06:07

*splays his hand flat across the paper* Okay, okay.

Uh. Ahem. So. You and Nienor are kinda tight by now, aren't you?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 11:07:40

*just stares at you*

*...*

Oh, you have GOT to be kidding!

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 11:12:11

JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION, FAKE-A-FETUS.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 11:13:51

*SIIIIIIGHS*

*shrugs sullenly* We get on well. We went shopping together once.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 11:20:40

*impressed* Oooh, shopping. The pick-up basketball of female bonding. That's a good sign.

So. Prance your vacant uterus on over to the palace to pay her a visit, why don't you? I'm sure she'll be happy to see you and tell you all sorts of interesting things about her thoughts on her pal Mablung. With prompting. Any talk of sex is just her being crazy though.

*thinks awhile longer*

I'd still like to know what she thinks about the loony-toons non-sex.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 11:23:17

*drums her fingers on the table*

*reluctantly* I can't promise you anything in particular. If her sainted brother's already warned her off evil Finduilas, there's nothing I can do about it. She won't talk to me if he's asked her not to.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 11:28:38

*nods after a moment* Likewise, I can't guarantee you that Túrin won't just sit and say nothing until you leave out of sheer frustration. Or that he'll even look at you.

*rests his hand on top of yours* *kindly* But he won't hate you forever, you know. He may have a long memory and a prize-winning glare, but he's also got a soft heart.

*stuffs an entire dinner roll into his mouth*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 11:29:53

*smiles a little, faintly*

Now you are trying to get into my pants.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 11:30:32

Mayyyybe.





Is it working?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 04/03/2007 11:31:19

*laughs* Maybe.

	From: mablung	Date: 04/03/2007 11:32:22

*signals the waiter*

Check, please!