Queen Maeve's Conversations
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So I was thinking about hosting a feast for my fellow pretty ladies. I could use a little more girl time in my life. Ailill is getting on my nerves.
Well, we have all a manner of earthly delights down here, but I've been jonesing for some ambrosia.
I heard Justin Bieber was in a new movie! I just think he's the most adorable little thing.
ehhhh… How about the second Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr.? Punching, pretty faces, and period costumes. Everyone's happy.
Can *I* come?
So three warriors just rode up to our house. Are we dead, Mom? Are we totally going to die today?
Who? What??
Conall, Loegaire, and Cúchulainn are waiting outside the front gate.
Why? We haven't even raided anyone this season.
Hey guys! No worries. We just need y'all to settle a little dispute for us.
Yeah, it's nothing big. We're just trying to decide, in a variety of manly ways, who's the best.
Oh. Oh yeah, that's totally fine. I'll have Ned, our gate guy, let you in. You guys might consider calling ahead next time—just for future reference. You nearly gave my daughter a heart attack.
I hear Macha's special baby-curse is in full effect in Ulster right now. All the dudes feel like they're giving birth and are bedridden for at LEAST five days. Totally thinking about raiding them.
Don't you dare.
We still have Cúchulainn, you know.
Um, well, I'm actually cakin' it with a fair maiden in the woods right now, but I guess I could be back by tomorrow? I'll set up a geis or something so Maeve can't pass the river.
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Maeve, you are an animal.
That's funny, coming from you. Speaking of animals, hey @Mac Da Thó, is that hound of yours still available?
In. Can I bring anything?