Just a quiet cup of tea, that's all she wanted. Quiet was in short supply, but at least Joachim always had good tea, so off to the Recluse she went.
Gentyl had just finished squeezing a wedge of lemon into her tea when the tiny gnome known as Rhumple hopped up on the table. She tried to ignore him. It should be easy, after all, he was barely taller than the schmerf jam jar sitting on the table.
"Hi, test subject AQ48!"
He never called her by name. She was always referred to as her test subject number. The test were varied, unusual and had caused a temporary lapse into some lizard form he claimed no responsibility for.
"Hi, Rhumple."
"I heard you're negotiating for someone to bear children with."
Gentyl choked on her tea. "Not that I know of. I'm not even married."
"Let me handle that for you. You were always one of my favorite test subjects. What are you looking for in a mate?"
"Someone who likes to fight, is always in a good mood and wants twelve children." That should keep him busy for a while.
Rhumple whistled innocently and meandered over to Kaellar. "Oh, hi. I didn't see you sitting there. Tell me, sir. Are you virile?"
Gentyl raised her hand. "Umm, excuse me, Someone not dead and single would be good also."
Rhumple shushed her. "Let me handle this AQ48."
Kaellar blinked. "Virile?"
Rhumple nodded. "Virile. Virile enough to spawn twelve children and then raise the fruit of your virility. Children are kind of like pets only they live longer and are more trouble."
"I like to think I am," Kaellar said.
Rhumple hopped off the table and scooted back over to Gentyl. "We're very close, AQ48."
"He's married, grouchy and dead."
Rhumple sighed. "You're going to be difficult again, aren't you?"
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