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[we_bring_hell]

Harrow is having a slow-motion argument with the Bar over breakfast. She wants water and a little bread, and the Bar does not agree that this is a breakfast.


She has rejected an omelet, a breakfast sandwich, and biscuits and gravy. The Bar is trying a bowl of porridge on her and she's considering it. (She hasn't noticed it has raisins in it yet.)

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[we_bring_hell]

"Then it is sealed," she says solemnly. Harrow is good at many thing, but laughing at herself is surely not one of them.

She looks at the accusing line of dishes. "I believe I still owe the Tomb a penitential walk outdoors."

[acrookedpath]

"I should not keep you from your duties with my absurd troubles, then," says Wei Wuxian. His smile has gone a touch sheepish. "Thank you for listening. I hope to be in better spirits next I see you."

[we_bring_hell]

"I hope for this as well," she says. She hesitates.

"You are beyond all responsibilities now; at liberty to pursue your own happiness. There is nothing absurd or shameful about seeking a connection with another."

"Good luck." The Bar sulkily vanishes her dishes.