There will, in fact, soon be a giant ant of the Donarks moving into most permanent residence there in the second cellar largely dug in Ellis' absence, nearing completion now finally now that the ground has unfrozen enough for the pair of dwarven contractors hired to finish the work. But Veronique has for some time been such a forgone conclusion in her mind that the matter of the ant's introduction to the chickens and goat and various dogs and indeed even Ellis or Mister Stark slips her mind entirely in favor of horror and dismay.
"If I come back from Orzammar and find a cow, or a gaggle of geese, or a big fat pig that you don't mean to turn immediately into bacon in the side garden, I will be very cross with you!"
She balls up her fist, but gets only as far as threatening to drum him on the chest with it. You—!
"Come now, have you any notes for me with respect to your friend? I told you I know nothing at all about dogs."
(Nevermind that Déranger has taken to sleeping at the foot of her bed, and will no doubt spend the rest of the summer in the morose state of having to put up with the sub-optimal company of various people more dull than the screeching young lady she ordinarily takes such care in herding.)
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"If I come back from Orzammar and find a cow, or a gaggle of geese, or a big fat pig that you don't mean to turn immediately into bacon in the side garden, I will be very cross with you!"
She balls up her fist, but gets only as far as threatening to drum him on the chest with it. You—!
"Come now, have you any notes for me with respect to your friend? I told you I know nothing at all about dogs."
(Nevermind that Déranger has taken to sleeping at the foot of her bed, and will no doubt spend the rest of the summer in the morose state of having to put up with the sub-optimal company of various people more dull than the screeching young lady she ordinarily takes such care in herding.)