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[bouchonne]

Such formality. You know that you can simply call me Byerly.

[heirring]

I believe I could, yes.

[bouchonne]

Hm. May I call you Wysteria?

[heirring]

I can imagine no reason why you would care to.

[bouchonne]

To begin with, it's a lovely name.

[heirring]

Why thank you. That's very kind of you to say.

[bouchonne]

And to continue, I think we're friends now.

[heirring]

[ughk]

Are we? I hadn't realized.

[bouchonne]

Why - of course. You know me by my voice alone.

[heirring]

You do rather a lot of it, Mister Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

Let's talk politics.

[heirring]

My, we must be very close friends.

[bouchonne]

Your words, not mine.

[heirring]

[An exasperated exhale.]

What about politics, Mister Rutyer?

[bouchonne]

Ah, yes. No doubt you care deeply about the election of the next Divine.

[heirring]

Naturally.

[sounds like: eh. shrug.]

[bouchonne]

Good heavens, Miss Poppell. Don't you want to live?

[heirring]

Generally speaking, yes I believe so. But I don't see what that has to do with anything.

[And before you start, Byerly--] Yes, obviously I know that it matters who gets chosen and obviously some of them are much more likely to decide to put my head on a spike or whatever you like after all this bit with Corypheus and the Venatori and so on it over and done with. But it's not like I have a vote, Mister Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

Well, neither do I, Miss Poppell.

[heirring]

Well--

[That isn't what she thought he'd say.]

Well then what about the Divine?

[bouchonne]

My dear girl. Don't tell me that you think that lacking a vote means you don't get a say.

[heirring]

[cue a rare silence: ????????]

[bouchonne]

[ A rather theatrical sigh. ]

The voting body will cast their votes for those who are - hm - seen as being worthy. It is possible to bring to their attention...certain unworthy things about our disliked candidates.

[heirring]

Oh you mean how we're meant to be sabotaging Clorentine. Or, er. Officially not doing that.

[A change of tack, though she hardly pauses between the two. Anything to drive him to his point faster.]

--Mister Rutyer, forgive me, but you hardly seem like the sort for political subterfuge. That said if you have an idea for how the Inquistion should not do anything about the election, then I'm certain your Division head would be happy to hear all about it and find the right people for the job. Of course, if you'd like to run the theory by someone before that, then I would be happy to hear it. I have an uncle in the House, you know.

[bouchonne]

[ what house ]

I think you could offer a bit more than that, dear child. Actually, quite a lot more than that. I cannot imagine your advice being... [ Hm. ] Well.