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[actlikealady]

[the video shows Sif, sprawled on the beach lazily some distance from the settlement, feet buried in the sand and working on her godlike glow. chillaxin' this morning]

You know, in the days we have been here, laboring and taking meals, I haven't heard anyone sing. In Asgard I am hard-pressed to go anywhere without someone thinking to lighten the mood with their dulcet tones.

Don't tell me not a one of you can hold a tune!

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[actlikealady]

I can't say I don't understand the logic, but I'm afraid I haven't yet found any ale trees. Insert spigot, receive ale.

[waytobreakithero]

And that, I daresay, would make this place a paradise.

[actlikealady]

I wouldn't mind it myself... [tilting her head back, looking up at the sky] But even a paradise would grow tiresome after a while.

[waytobreakithero]

Any place grows tiresome eventually as long as you have your wits. [ Only the Tranquil get to escape that bit of fact. ]

Well, to keep us from paradise a while longer, I will valiantly attempt a song while being unfortunately sober. [ Ahems. Does a passable rendition of Lovely Joan. ]

[actlikealady]

[she laughs, and then applauds dutifully] That was a fair rendition, Hawke! No apologies necessary for that. And a fun song as well, I might add.