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[galvanising]

[ barely audible at first, and then cut off abruptly and muffled even further ]

You know what they say about-- Oh come on!

[elegiaque]

( #yolo )

No one's is a foot, that's insane. Maybe half when he's hard.

[coquettish_trees]

[ just barely not laughing, with the same tsk as before ]

In inches, Gigi!

[elegiaque]

Why am I doing maths, ( complaining—they can hear rustling, the shift of bed springs and blankets, ) —oh, come on,

I am estimating, ( because someone is a big princess rolled over onto his belly and impossible to wrench the sheet out from under, ) —I don't know, six and a half at full mast?

( audibly, but clearly not directed at lexie (or anyone with her), ) Spoilsport.

[rowancrowned]

[ spoilsport himself is doing the maths of laying here versus attempting to wrest crystal away from her, and how much would be overheard in each.

muffled: ]

That's quite enough, Gigi.

[ presumably his hand held out for the crystal, more shifting noises that are definitely someone sitting up. ]

Goodnight, Lady De La Fontaine.

[elegiaque]

( overheard in the gallows: gwenaëlle yelping when thranduil sits up without warning and she goes sideways. )

[coquettish_trees]

[ with extreme gravity: ]

Good night, Lord Provost.

[ ...and then ] I expect your contributions shall be appreciated deeply.

[ aaayyy get it, Gwen~

Lexie out. ]