Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

"Sick nasty," he says, sounding just like his dad. 

[Varric]

Carver why. "That's-- That's a dad expression," Varric informs Silas. "Only boring people use that expression."

[GamesMaster]

Silas frowns. "Dad's not boring! He's cool! I wanna go up to be jus like dad."

[Varric]

Varric exhales loudly, taking care to make it obviously playful. "Wellllll, I suppose he's kinda cool. Sometimes. He's real strong, that's for sure." These days, he can beat me at arm wresting even with my buffs on. 

[GamesMaster]

"Stronk!"

[Varric]

"...strong," Varric corrects him almost desperately. 

[GamesMaster]

"Stronk."

[Varric]

"Strong," Varric repeats again. "Str-ong. Ong."

[GamesMaster]

"St-ron-g."

[Varric]

"Two for two!" Varric exclaims, twirling them both again. "You're doing great, Silas!"

[GamesMaster]

"Yay!"

[Varric]

Varric gives his grandson one last twirl, then sets him back down in the chair. "Well! We should get to story time, huh?"

[GamesMaster]

"Story!"

[Andreas Amell]

"...well... at least we'd already made some good progress today?" Andreas offers weakly, face towards Cameron's general direction. He can't be sure however, what with the thick coating of fresh paint over his face from the nose upwards requiring him to keep his eyes tightly shut. "Did you get hit too?" I really hope not, otherwise we're going to have to hope someone came home while we were focused. Or that we can find the mineral spirits blinded...

[GamesMaster]

"No," laughs Cameron. "not like you did. Here, hold still, I've got a rag, we can get the bulk of it off." They begin wiping down Dreas very carefully, trying to cear paint away from his eyes. They have paint all over one arm, but they managed to shield their face pretty well.