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"Good idea." Maya pulled out a piece of rolling paper and rested it on her hoof. "Now the best part about this stash is it's already ground. Easy...
"I'm sure you'll tell me all about it here in a sec." She pulled out a one pound bag of odd, purple herb. "Know how to roll?"
"This is domestic abuse, and I will no longer stand for it," Skydust joked with Maya. Maya giggled and nipped his ear, causing a tiny gasp. "You...
"Oh, this isn't stupid." Maya set her saddlebags on her lap and fished around in them. "Just living life. No shame in that, right?"
Skydust shrugged. "It happens. Zebra, I'm sure she just has some potions conflicting." "That's racist." Maya lightly bapped her husband.
"Actually... not that far north is where Azrael used to love when he served him. Hey, wanna joint?"
"I don't understand it either," Skydust admitted.
"Discord," she elaborated. "He made this place. Did I leave that part out?"
"Right? Not so bad here, really. Especially after he reformed."
"Enough talk." Azrael pounded his hoof on the ground, forming cracks. "Make a move!"
"Keep in mind I know a thousand ways to disarm you," Azrael warned. "Thanks," said Maya. "Years of practice."
"Thanks." Maya grabbed the bits. "So tell me, how was my Zebra? Haven't spoken it in a minute."
"I dunno, like two bits or something. I totally spaced on pricing my ale," Maya admitted. "Go ahead," said Azrael. "Use your lightning rod."
"That too, actually." Maya grabbed a bottle of lemon ale and set it down in front of the zebra. "Kufurahia kinywaji."
"Anything from Apple to Ginger," Maya answered. "A human?" Azrael tilted his head. "This works. I hope you don't mind if I armor up. Manticore...
(Oops!) "As you wish." Azrael stepped in through the crack.
"Hey!" Maya waved to the zebra. "Saber told you about it, huh? Gonna have to give her a drink for bringing in customers."
"Not a problem. Now to enjoy my throne..." Maya sprawled out over her bean bag chair with a small, cat-like purr.
"Let's go, then." Azrael stepped towards Architect.
"Please do not challenge him," Skydust warned. "He's so damn arrogant he'll try." "Not arrogant, proud," Azrael corrected.
