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[19:59 PM]Quenrae: That's about what I was thinking. Just winding dirt track through the wilderness, and two people who opted to travel together.

[20:01 PM]Quenrae: Could have run into Quenrae a few hours back, perhaps with her frowning at some unremarkable roadside shrine, not sure if it represented a hazard or not.

[20:01 PM]Rory Merriweather: Winding dirt tracks through the wilderness are for whatever reason my favourite

[20:09 PM]Quenrae: At that point, Quenrae would have just had a few terse inquiries about whether this kind of shrine had any propensity to curse passers-by.

[20:10 PM]Quenrae: Wouldn't have been clear she was Drow at first, since she wouldn't have turned away from the shrine & keeps her hood up during the day.

[20:13 PM]Rory Merriweather: It's been two days of drudgery since the two travelers met along the dangerous trail. A young elven boy, dressed in women's robes, saw the hooded warrior standing at a small wooden building, littered with paper tags tied to the statues, her expression confused and more than a little wary. The young man, cheerful and friendly--at least, once he realized that his cousin from the Underdark meant him no harm--explained how the shrine worked, with travelers offering up prayers and writing down their hopes for safe journeys--"Hehe, no, it doesn't curse people..."--and asked if the woman would travel with him, since there was safety in numbers. Two days of drudgery, save for a single bandit attack, and the cry of wolves and owlbears in the night. The younger elf stuck close to his companion, nearly clinging to her at every animal sound, and answered all her questions to the best of his abilities.

[20:18 PM]Quenrae: One odd recurring line of questioning has been about his use of a tent.

[20:21 PM]Quenrae: "It is not... ne'kalsa kyorl, not safety. Why would you use it without person who is being guard?"

[20:22 PM]Quenrae: "Is there some magic which lets you see out part of tent from in part?"

[20:24 PM]Rory Merriweather: "Um... neykulsa korl?" he asks, mispronouncing the term, "I have a ward spell that tells me if anything is coming... but, not a guard or anything, I guess..." he blushes, rubbing the back of his neck, "I usually travel alone, I'm just good at running."

[20:27 PM]Quenrae: "You would have run from those bandits? They were at only bridge, you said. Very hard to find different route."

[20:29 PM]Rory Merriweather: "I could maybe scare them off with an illusion..." he defends, a little unsure himself. "I don't really like fighting."

[20:29 PM]*Rory Merriweather smiles sweetly, "But... you're really good at it, and brave!"

[20:30 PM]Rory Merriweather: "I wish I could be brave like that."

[20:35 PM]Quenrae: Oddly enough, Quenrae smiles a little herself. "You misjudge. Honglath, brave, it is not me. More true to say... we say 'streeka', I do not know the word."

[20:37 PM]Quenrae: "Like...if someone was pushed into fire, and been burned. And they now choose to jump through a different fire, knowing the pain. This is brave."

[20:39 PM]Quenrae: "If someone knows that fire burns, but not the kind of knowing from being burned. And they rush to jump through fire. That is streeka."

[20:40 PM]Quenrae: "If they are then burned, and this teaches nothing, and they are the same, no fear. Very streeka."

[20:42 PM]*Rory Merriweather tilts his head, smiling awkwardly as he tries to piece it together. "So... streeka is jumping into a fire without realizing how much fire hurts?" He does the mental math, "so you aren't brave, because you haven't been burned, you're... streeka because you jump into the fire anyway?" He still seems a little confused.

[20:45 PM]Quenrae: "Brave is to fear but still think and act. Streeka is... first caravan leader always said it was because I had not enough cunning to have fear." Quenrae grins. "She did not want me."

[20:47 PM]*Rory Merriweather puffs up his cheeks in a frown, "Well I do!" he says. "I like you all the same."

[20:48 PM]Quenrae: (meta: You might prefer not to spoil, but FYI all drow language Quenrae uses is derived fromhttp://www.grey-company.org/Maerdyn/resources/language.html )

[20:51 PM]*Quenrae regards Rory with ambivalent attentiveness, as though waiting to see what he does next. Her halberd rests comfortably against her shoulder as she walks.

[21:39 PM]*Rory Merriweather furrows his brow and walks along, making big childish steps. "She didn't know what she was missing out on," he says finally. And then shivers. "We should probably set up camp before it gets dark... it's gonna be cold tonight."

[21:41 PM]Gamarr disconnected.

[21:44 PM]Quenrae: "Elg'car, car, car..." mutters Quenrae to herself, her voice trailing off as she squints between fingers at the sky above. "The sky is dirtier, many more ko'louds. It will rain this time?"

[21:45 PM]Quenrae: To a more informed eye, "rain" may be an understatement. There's a storm on the way.

[21:47 PM]Rory Merriweather: The boy laughs, and heads off the trail to look for a clearing big enough to set up a tent and a fire, "It might. It's so cold it could even snow, I think." He lights up a little orb of magical fey fire, warmth coming off of it, and starts unpacking things, setting up a tent. He's something of an old hat at this, despite his effeminate looks and general weak demeanor. Boy knows his camping, though. "What should we eat for dinner?" he wonders

[21:51 PM]Quenrae: "You are asking to share food again?" Quenrae frowns. She has yet to accept anything he's offered.

[21:55 PM]*Rory Merriweather blushes, "it's only polite to ask..."

[22:00 PM]Quenrae: Surprisingly, the drow doesn't say anything more this time. Instead, she sits across the fire, whetstone in hand & eyes tracking his hands as he goes about preparing stew.

[22:02 PM]Rory Merriweather: The boy tries to keep from smiling, taking out some herbs and plucking a few flowers to toss in the pot, along with the bits of meat he carried along with him in his pack. He finishes setting up his tent, and sits at the pot, stirring it, looking over at his companion with a happy look.

[22:10 PM]Quenrae: She returns his gaze flatly, holding it longer than might be comfortable. "Jala cahallin xal tlu elg'cahlin," she mutters to herself. Then, a moment later, the drow sighs and seems to relax. "Waela khalin. Very well, I will try this food. It may..." she frowns, lost in thought for a moment. "What is word."

[22:11 PM]*Rory Merriweather looks away nervously, cheeks red, only to glance back. "Be tasty?" he offers

[22:19 PM]Quenrae: "No, no, thing inside..." Quenrae make a half-formed gesture in his direction before scowling and shaking her head. The young woman sets aside her halberd and rises to her feet, closing the distance between them with a frown on her face. Crouching to his left, she sets her left hand down in between his right shoulder & neck a moment before she slides two of her right hand's fingers into his half-open mouth.

[22:20 PM]*Rory Merriweather gasps and sputters, arms flailing. If she wasn't holding onto him, he'd have fallen back off the log. "Ack argh!"

[22:21 PM]Quenrae: He can taste the bitter-metal from the whetstone as they close around his tongue and give two quick little indicative tugs. "This thing", says Quenrae as she removes her right hand. "What is the word?"

[22:26 PM]Quenrae: After a second of silence, she glances down the pot. "You should keep stirring." Her forefingers glisten in the firelight.

[22:30 PM]Rory Merriweather: "T-tongue..." he says, cheeks burning up. He fidgets a little, and then stirs the stew, swallowing a little and still tasting her fingers. "Um, i-it's done," he says after a moment, pouring her a bowl and handing it over. He smiles nervously, and glances up at the strong woman, unable to make eye contact. "I-I hope you like it..."

[22:33 PM]Quenrae: Quenrae blinks. "Tongue?" She accepts the bowl with a frown, sticking out her own tongue for a brief moment to gesture at it. "Then, word for this?"

[22:44 PM]Quenrae: (?)

[22:47 PM]Rory Merriweather: (Sorry :I Distractable. So many people are talking to me tonight) "Um, no... uh, that's a the tongue..." he says, laughing a little at the language barrier. "I'm not sure what you're asking..."

[22:48 PM]*Rory Merriweather sips at the soup, taking more glances up at his companion. "Um... i-it's going to be cold tonight..." he says, voice trailing off as if he were asking a question.

[22:48 PM]Quenrae: Her eyebrows go up. "Oh! Same word?"

[22:50 PM]Quenrae: Her main object of attention seems to be a wary sampling of the soup. "Cold, yes."

[23:03 PM]Rory Merriweather: "Yeah, um... really cold..." he adds, twiddling his foot in a circle on the ground. "Might be too cold to sleep alone..."

[23:06 PM]*Quenrae swallows a mouthful of soup straight from the bowl, then looks Rory's way and shakes her head.

[23:08 PM]*Rory Merriweather blushes, "N-no?" he asks, looking like he's about to cry.

[23:10 PM]Quenrae: "Usstan zhal plynn dos," (swallows more soup), "but I am not going to spend a night unable to see enemies that approach. I have kept watch through much colder underground."

[23:11 PM]Rory Merriweather: "B-but I set up a warning spell..." he offers, "if anyone comes, we'll wake up."

[23:16 PM]Quenrae: "There is drow saying, trust most in yourself. You will trust in your magic, I will trust in my way. It is the way of things." With that, Quenrae gathers her halbred and whetsone, walking off to where she'd set her pack some distance away. It looks like she has every intent of spending this night the same as the last- squatting cross-legged with her back to some rocks, weapon in hand, ready to awake and step out of the shadows at a moment's notice.

[23:17 PM]Quenrae: (suggest quickly describing his further actions for the evening)

[23:18 PM]*Rory Merriweather frowns, and eats alone, then goes into his tent. The night grows cold, and he grows lonely. A few hours into the night, a twig snaps, waking the Drow.

[23:20 PM]Quenrae: (Mind if I put forward a slightly different development?)

[23:21 PM]Rory Merriweather: (Go for it)

[23:21 PM]Rory Merriweather: ((Also, I don't know if it sent before I was disconnected, but I love the pidgin))

[23:21 PM]Quenrae: (Oh, no! Didn't catch that, or anything else after what I posted from my transcript)

[23:23 PM]Quenrae: (Any other feedback so far? Won't speak for Quenrae, but IMO Rory's entirely too adorable)

[23:23 PM]Rory Merriweather: (( :3 ))

[23:25 PM]Quenrae: The walls of the tent billow in the rising winds as Rory enters, the first drops of rain already falling in the twilight.

[23:28 PM]Quenrae: Lost in lonely thought, he's not certain how much time has passed or how far he'd fallen asleep when the crack of thunder makes him open his eyes in the night. A moment later, the alarm wards sound.

[23:30 PM]*Rory Merriweather leaps to his feet, grabbing his staff, and running out of the tent, calling out "Quenrae!?" to the darkness, that little ball of fey fire following him as the cacophany sounds.

[23:31 PM]Quenrae: His intention is somewhat blunted by the drow roughly elbowing past him as he moves to exit the tent, going "Fuck fuck fuck bitch fuck"

[23:32 PM]Quenrae: Tracking muddy bootprints over pristine mat, she casts aside her cloak. "FUCKING rain!"

[23:33 PM]*Rory Merriweather falls to the ground, landing hard on his ass in the dirt. "Wh-what happened?" he asks, snapping his fingers and ending the loud noises.

[23:34 PM]Quenrae: The drow is soaked and supremely irritated. It seems cloaks from the underdark don't do much for keeping out water.

[23:35 PM]Quenrae: "Fuck sun, fuck clouds, fucking FUCK storm fuckers! Weather is worst bad, fuck everything surface!"

[23:37 PM]Quenrae: She kicks off her boots and tosses her gear off to one side, sitting down with an angry growl.

[23:38 PM]*Rory Merriweather bites his lip, and moves over to her, putting aside his staff and holding the feyfire in his hands, "Here, let me warm you up," he says, the fire growing a brighter blue-green. He turns away, blushing a little in the tent that's just a little larger on the inside than it should be. "Um, maybe... maybe you should get all the way out of those wet clothes..." he suggests.

[23:47 PM]Quenrae: She shoots him a baleful glare as he turns. "Yes, yes." Behind him, Rory hears the slick rustle of leather against wet cloth. "You are very giving man, even drow vith'wanre not so giving."

[23:49 PM]Quenrae: She still sounds quite exasperated.

[23:49 PM]Rory Merriweather: "I, um... thank you, I think?"

[23:49 PM]Rory Merriweather: "Is there, um... anything I can do to help?" he says, looking away and holding out that warm greenish fire illusion.

[23:53 PM]Quenrae: He sees her stand out of the corner of his eye and move towards him. It's only when he starts to turn his head that he realizes she's wearing nothing below the waist. "Very giving. I will take."

[23:54 PM]*Rory Merriweather blushes, and turns away again, face as red as his hair, "t-t-t-take?"

[23:58 PM]Quenrae: And with that, she's planting one hand on his hindquarters and spinning him around to face her, one leg in between his, spreading them apart as he stands there. Wet heat pulses between her thighs and against his chest. Her free hand slips underneath his shirt from below and roams restlessly up his back.

[0:00 AM]Rory Merriweather: He sits there, trembling a little, letting the ball of faerie fire fall off to the side, where it hangs, warming the pair. The little elf stammers something, but his little hands are already clinging to the drow's top, and he tries to lean up to kiss her.

[0:07 AM]Quenrae: Her left hand gropes his tigh little ass, drawing him against her more tightly as she utters an irritated "tsk" and shakes her head like she did at the fireside. After another moment, she notices his expression. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "You are a hungry little slut." The hand beneath his shirt reaches up to take hold of the back of his neck, and then she's leaning in, tipping him off-balance, and her lips are meeting his hungrily.

[0:09 AM]*Rory Merriweather moans, tipping backwards, giving in to the kiss. He pulls away, but only long enough to take off his silken tunic. He looks less like a girl with his bare chest, but only barely. "I-I am not..." he says defensively, cheeks puffed up. "I... I just..." he blushes.

[0:23 AM]Quenrae: As the tunic passes over his head, Quenrae seizes hold of it, twisting the cloth so that his arms are tangled behind his head. She scoffs at his protests, left hand still groping at his ass. "You are trying to say no, little slut? Every moment you are alone with woman, you are making the eyes, squirming the hips." She presses him back further, lowering him down, running her tongue up his freshly-bared torso and along one side of his neck.

[0:27 AM]Rory Merriweather: The boy cries out, stammering more, "N-n-no! I-it's just you..." he says, skin burning up, "I-I l-li-like you..." the boy argues, part of him regretting his actions, part of him--specifically the part tenting his long flowing skirt that he insists are robes--not regretting them at all. "I-I was just flirting..."

[0:34 AM]Quenrae: There's a moment of silence as he trails off and the dark elf woman's tongue traces its way up to her ear. That close, even with the sound of pouring rain against the tent he can the wet sound of her lips and teeth opening. "You are BEGGING to be fucked," she whispers into his ear, louder than the whole world around them.

[0:37 AM]Quenrae: She bucks her hips against him for emphasis, pressing her heat against his rigid cock.

[0:43 AM]*Rory Merriweather closes his eyes and whimpers, laying on the ground and trembling... "G-gently..." he begs, not saying no.

[0:54 AM]*Quenrae draws back, seated atop the blushing elven boy, clearly savoring the sight of him spread out before her, arms held above his head. Her eyes and free hand roam lazily across his flat, hard stomach, his rising pecs, the muscles in his upper arms trembling in anticipation.

[1:05 AM]Rory Merriweather: The boy shivers a little, not from the cold, though. "Wh-what are you going to do with me?" he asks quietly, a little expectant. "I-I've never actually... been with a woman..."

[1:13 AM]Quenrae: Quenrae's smile is like the cat who's eaten the canary. She reaches with one calloused hand, tenderly cupping the side of his face as she slides her thumb into his mouth. "Ah, ssinssrigg lueth jivvin. First, such precious little slut must be taught the proper way for a slut to kiss. Stick out your tongue."

[1:15 AM]Rory Merriweather: "Y-yes, ma'am..." he mumbles, and sticks out his tongue for those rough fingers.

[1:27 AM]Quenrae: She rises up and draws forward, bring her loins up towards his face, giving him a clear look at the way she strokes herself. "This place is for you to be kissing." Her hand traces saliva across his cheek as she slides her fingers through his hair & behind his head, gently lifting him up towards her.

 

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[23:15 PM]Quenrae: On a dark and stormy night, far beyond the reach of civilization, a sordid scene unfolds.

[23:23 PM]Quenrae: As the rain pours down upon the outside of the tent, blue-green firelight flickers within, illuminating the forms of a beautiful elven boy... and a tall, jet-black drow who murmurs approval as she holds his face to the place between her legs.

[23:26 PM]*Rory Merriweather stops for breath, his mouth wet and his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I-I'm doing a good job, r-right?" he asks, desperate for praise. He reaches his small hands up, and runs them along the vulva, playing with the labia that peek through. "I-I want you to feel good..."

[23:34 PM]Quenrae: "Shhhh", says Quenrae with odd tenderness, gently but firmly pulling him back into her. "You are a good little slut. You learn well. Is not a kind of learning that can use words."

[23:35 PM]Quenrae: She mutters further quiet encouragements when he does things right, telling him to go faster or press his tongue deep into her.

[23:35 PM]*Rory Merriweather nods, and goes back to using his tongue. His fingers get in on the job, too, though, and spread those folds, letting him get in deeper. He laps at the woman as if he didn't get enough soup before, and breathes in her scent. He's fumbling, and makes mistakes, but he's a quick study.

[23:43 PM]*Quenrae damp white hair lies bedgraggled across her forehead, a subdued smile playing across her lips as she gazes down towards him. She rocks slowly against the elf's face, muscles straining and relaxing, her cunt swollen with dark violet lust.

[23:46 PM]Rory Merriweather: The boy seems to think he's got the knack for this, and digs in deeper. The fingers of one hand even go in for a probe. And then... he opens his mouth, aiming for right next to her lovely purple lips, and bites down on her vulva like a little kid, crying a little "Th-that's for being mean to me!" he stammers, still gently running his fingers inside of her. He quickly gives the bite a kiss.

[23:50 PM]*Rory Merriweather is a cheeky one. He looks a little scared after what he did, though, and murmurs a "so-sorry..."

[23:53 PM]Quenrae: Quenrae's expression is rather unreadable, though she does raise an eyebrow. "You are not too young for biting, this is what elf boy thinks?"

[23:55 PM]Rory Merriweather: "I-I... um..." darn language barrier. He gives the bitten vulva another kiss, and even tenderly licks it, tearing up a little. "I-I won't do it again..." he promises

[0:03 AM]Quenrae: "Waela d'ssinss. Such jivvin, I am cruel." She chuckles and shakes her head, shifting positions and dipping her head down to close her lips with his again.

[0:05 AM]*Rory Merriweather moans weakly at the kiss, blushing like a girl on her wedding night. He reaches his hands up, and gently feels the woman's dark skin beneath her tunic.

[0:09 AM]*Quenrae roams her hands along his body in turn, one slipping downwards to undo his belt.

[0:11 AM]*Rory Merriweather isn't wearing one~ just a woman's skirt that he keeps insisting are unigender robes, he just likes them, they look nice on him, stop asking, is it really a big deal? Okay, they're for girls, but I really like them!

[0:12 AM]*Quenrae smiles, appreciating the convenience as pulls the clothes downwards.

[0:14 AM]Quenrae: "Such a good little slut", she murmurs between kisses.

[0:15 AM]*Rory Merriweather puts his arms around the larger woman, whimpering a little. He's small, but hard and warm, his little head dripping into his bloomers. "I-its my first time..." he says quietly, protesting only a little. "P-please b-be gentle with me?"

[0:34 AM]Quenrae: Her hands roam along his inner thighs, brushing idly against his cock. "Good little slut, I know, I know you must give." She rises atop him. "Your tongue makes me ready. Now I will take you."

[0:36 AM]*Rory Merriweather bites his still-wet lip, and clenches his eyes shut. He nods, hesitantly at first, although it doesn't seem as if he has a say in it. He grips tight to the blankets strewn under him, and opens one eye half way, looking down the length of his naked body, seeing the sweat glistening off of Quenrae in the blue-green firelight.

[0:47 AM]Quenrae: He feels the aching warmth come to rest atop him, sliding around the head of his cock... and then she presses him down and her strong arms wrap around him and her warmth has descended to seize him inside of her.

[0:49 AM]*Rory Merriweather puts his arms back around the woman, panting heavily. He clings to her damp tunic, burying his head in her breasts. "I-it's so warm..." he murmurs trembling beneath her, "I-it's like you're e-eating me up...!"

[0:51 AM]*Quenrae utters a noise of animal satisfaction, bucking her hips onto him, her breath hot against his ear

[0:54 AM]Rory Merriweather: The boy cries out against the rain, throwing back his head. "A-ah!" his hips rock upwards, much slower than hers. He is the one making the girlish noises, and he brings both hands up to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds. "I-I'm s-so noisey...!" he murmurs, flushed all across his face and chest. Tears roll down his cheeks, "I-I'm so shameful... b-but it f-feels good..."

[1:02 AM]Quenrae: Quenrae's lips are upon his again, as her strong arms close around him, lifting him to sit upright with her straddling gains him. "Little slut learns well. Now is time he learns to sing."

[1:04 AM]Rory Merriweather: "S-si~ing~?" he asks, his voice rising and cracking a little as he hits her walls. "Wh-what do you me...~ mean?" he asks, through his hands.

[1:06 AM]Quenrae: She grinds down hard, innermost muscles clenching against him with involuntary spasms.

[1:10 AM]*Rory Merriweather squeals, hips writhing up into that warmth, his breath coming out in short, high pitched gasps, "I-I'm...." he murmurs, but before he can get the words out, he reaches up and clings to Quenrae, holding tight to her shirt again, tugging on it. His back bows, and he pulls himself up to her, legs twitching. His toes curl in and out, and... and the poor boy cums, filling up his traveling companion and demanding lover. He whimpers, trying to stay still as he can, curving up around his own crotch.

[1:10 AM]Rory Merriweather: "I-I'm s-sorry..." he cries meakly, tears in his eyes, "I d-didn't mean to...!"

[1:17 AM]Quenrae: Quenrae's mouth goes slack with a wordless "ah", her head tilting back as she feels the first splash of warmth. Then she jerks and clamps down around him in seizure, taking all he has to offer, her teeth gritting as she growls in satisfaction.

[1:18 AM]Rory Merriweather: The boy mewls underneath her, hands covering his face.

[1:24 AM]Quenrae: As he tries to apologize, the she slides a strong, calloused hand underneath his, caressing his face as she slips two fingers inside his mouth. "This is what it means to be taken, little elf," says the Drow between breaths. "This is the bliss you feel as a woman is making you hers."

[1:26 AM]*Rory Merriweather sniffles, and mumbles around those fingers, eyes looking out from between fingers. "Ah wanna... Ah wanna ah ee eddah fuh yoo"

[1:27 AM]Rory Merriweather: The rough translation being "I wanted to be better for you".

[1:27 AM]Rory Merriweather: The boy thinks he failed, cumming so early.

[1:34 AM]Quenrae: She shushes him gently, drawing back her hand and idly brushing the tears away. "No water, mmarnn dssinss. It is natural. It is part of becoming mine."

[1:35 AM]Rory Merriweather: He sniffles, and tentatively pulls his hands away. "Y-you aren't mad at me?"

[1:35 AM]Quenrae: She smiles, and he can see a fondness in her eyes. "You are a very good little slut."

[1:38 AM]Rory Merriweather: "Th-thank you...?" he says, not quite sure that's a good thing. But she's smiling, so it must be the language barrier again. The boy looks wide eyed, and happy. And then a great roaring tear breaks out from the sky, and a brilliant white light flashes, enough to brighten the tent through the leathers. The boy jumps, and throws his arms around the drow, still inside of her. His scream is loud and girly.

[1:47 AM]Quenrae: Quenrae laughs, rocking back and forth. "Sings! Do not fear, little elf." She leans forward, resting her toned body against him. "Tonight, what makes you sing cries is me. Much storm remains."

[1:48 AM]*Rory Merriweather bites his lip at that, piecing together what it means. "O-oh..." he says, looking down to where they're joined at the hips. "I-it k-kind of hurts right now..."

[1:52 AM]Quenrae: "Will be fine," she says reassuringly, kissing him as the thunder rolls.

[1:55 AM]Quenrae: On this dark and stormy night, the sordid scene has continued to unfold. But for this moment, the beautiful elven boy is allowed to rest. =P

[1:57 AM]*Rory Merriweather is going to need to be carried it they want to get anywhere the next morning...

[2:00 AM]Quenrae: I think that's a satisfying point to crash at.

[2:00 AM]Rory Merriweather: Indeed.

[2:01 AM]Quenrae: You know what's funny

[2:01 AM]Rory Merriweather: Jokes?

[2:02 AM]Quenrae: To a drow, this scene was Rory learning how to be properly manly.

[2:02 AM]Rory Merriweather: Haha