( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Andraste's flaming knickers! What's this supposed to be then? I think one of those knights tried to get fresh with me. Not that I blame him, but it's the principle of the thing.

Hawke! I don't suppose this is your fault. I swear, follow my better nature once, and look where it gets me.

Ooo...now that is a pretty sight.

Carry on then. This place isn't so bad after all. Lovely...scenery.

Oh come on boys, no need to run! If you didn't want a piece, you shouldn't have let me go!

[The virtually manic laughter that follows is cut abruptly short. There are clear sounds of a struggle of some sort, followed by the telltale sound of the Library doors closing. A pair of fists can be heard pounding on the door for a few seconds then there is a low muttering that gradually gets louder as the person responsible finally makes his way back to the discarded PDA.]

Just like a pair of overgrown tin cans to turn tail. Now let's see if I can get this little doohickey to work.

[Random button pushing followed by frustrated muttering.]

Always did hate these things. Never could figure out- [A pause.] Whoa. Wait. Now hold the hell on. Something's not right.

[The random button mashing stops. His tone is wary.]

Where are all the damn zombies?!

I don't believe I'll ever completely understand the customs you humans have tied in with some of your holidays!

[ sound of a surprised gasp ]

Oh. Oh, dear. I think I'm going to need a bigger ball of twine.

Finn, I hope you don't mind that I was you for about twenty minutes today? Because I was. I didn't commit libel or slander or whatever, don't worry. Unless implying that we're related is bad. Which it isn't. How could it be?

I went out for a run this morning because I have been inside and feeling like boiled shite for what feels like forever now, and it may have been a mistake. I met one of the Post-grads by mistake and he was making all kinds of "Mr. Earnshaw, don't you have the flu? How are you out running?" noises at me, so I had to be you. Accent and all. We're cousins, by the way. Our mothers are sisters and we both take after Grandpa Reilly, it's astounding how we look just like brothers, and we grew up on opposite sides of the Atlantic and now we both live in the same city, isn't that brilliant, but yes, you, running, today, not me. Cheers.

Do we need bread?

It was a blast hanging out with you last night and getting Manis/Pedis, Lexi! Stefan better take the time to admire how pretty our nails look.

We should definitely hang out again sometime soon.