Hey, I would have totally won if he'd just given up!

[Lup remembers returning at the beginning of the next cycle, immediately doubling over to laugh while Magnus practically stumbled over his words trying to apologize to her. With tears in her eyes, she'd punched him in the shoulder and brushed the whole thing off, but the memory always stuck with her. It felt like the first time in her life that anyone besides Taako had really seemed to care about her wellbeing so deeply. It had been the start.]

And yeah, yeah. We're idiots that you love. Just try and deny it. [Lup takes a swig of the bottle while Lucretia muses. She is not at all surprised by that first story. Could there be anything more Lucretia?] Okay, you can't give me shit for my stuff if you went into a collapsing building for your freakin' journals. [Those books were going to be the death of her. Wait, cycle seventy-three? Now Lup's interested.] Wait, what? Tell me! Drunk things count!