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[samahl]

[Cyril blinks that that, completely taken off guard by the statement. His eyes cast downward towards the prosthetic. To him, that seems an obvious physical flaw, but Kolivan doesn't even consider it.

He feels oddly emotional over that idea.]

Well, I do try.

[knowledgeordeath]

It has shown when we have trained together. I will have to have you meet my other Blades to train with them as well.

[samahl]

I'd really like that. Perhaps we can do that once they let us back to our ships?

[knowledgeordeath]

I will arrange it with them when this is over.

[samahl]

So... it will be training, hm? Or do you ever do anything else with your team?

[knowledgeordeath]

We go on missions together.

[Kolivan doesn't know how to have fun, Cyril.]

[samahl]

No wild parties then?

[knowledgeordeath]

Parties?

[samahl]

Or feasts? Celebrations?

[knowledgeordeath]

We have attended those held by others when Voltron has obtained a victory to save a planet.

[So...no. Not really.]

[samahl]

Did you like them?

[knowledgeordeath]

There was little for the Blades to enjoy since we were not welcome.

[Cyril may recall the memory he saw.]

[samahl]

Ah... Yes...

[Cyril frowns at the memory and then brightens a bit.]

To me, that just means you need a party that makes you feel welcome. We should throw one.

What do you like to do for fun?

[knowledgeordeath]

Fun?

[Yes. He is quite confused why he's being asked this question.]

[samahl]

Yes. Fun.

[After a moment,] If the Empire you fight against was defeated and peace was brought to the entire galaxy, what is the first thing you would do just for yourself?

[knowledgeordeath]

[There's a long moment of silence and he looks at the food that he is holding. Like he's hoping that it will have the answer. The fact is that it doesn't.]

I have no plans.

[He honestly doesn't even expect to survive to the end.]

[samahl]

[Cyril is quiet then, because not planning for the future is a good sign that you don't expect to survive until the end and that thought is depressing.

He turns a bit so that he's sort of leaning against Kolivan. He does it like he's thinking, but it might be a sort of half cuddle.]

Well... I always thought after the Inquisition I would go to a beach where there would be dozens of attractive naked men who would feed me exotic foods.

And instead I find myself planning how to stop my friend from destroying the world, so I could understand being wary.

[knowledgeordeath]

[There's surprise on his face as he looks down to see Cyril lean against him. He's not sure why he is but it's...not bad.

He slides his gaze back to the ration again.]

Is that what you still want? Going to the beach to be surrounded by these men?

[samahl]

Right now, I'm thinking I wouldn't mind being on a beach with one particular man. But I suppose that depends on how the Galra do in the sunshine.

[knowledgeordeath]

[Kolivan looks over at him and for a moment there's a vulnerability there in his expression. It's such a genuine desire that he's caught off guard. Even if he should have expected it.

How is this Dalish so able to work his way in like this? He can't understand why.

But it's...nice.]

The Galra can handle sunlight.

[When he isn't sure what to say he tends to default to ration and logic. And that's what this answer is.]

[samahl]

Well, that's good to know. [Cyril looks up at him and smiles.]

It doesn't help the party problem, though. Unless they plop us on a nice planet once this is over, it's not as if I can conjure a beach and invite your team there.

On Thedas, most of our parties revolve around a lot of food. Feasts and banquets are popular. So are plays, stories, re-enactments of our pasts or mythologies.

Maybe we could do something like that? Have a meal together, invite retellings of past victories, and drink. You probably have to drink a lot if all of your team is as big as you.

[knowledgeordeath]

Keith is the height of what seems to be a tall human.

[But yes. They're all enormous. With that said though...]

I don't usually drink. I see no reason for my people to avoid it though. If they wish to partake then they are welcome to.

[He's not saying no to a party. He's just saying he's bad at knowing how to have fun.]

[samahl]

I used to hate drinking. [Cyril admits after a moment.]

Especially in front of people. I didn't like the idea of losing control of myself.

[knowledgeordeath]

That is why I don't drink.

[To maintain control of himself. He doesn't want to let that slip even for a single glass.]

[samahl]

Look at that, something else we have in common.

Though, I'm not as opposed to it anymore.