Morgan | 067

[intendance]

a;

[You know, no matter what you're doing or where you are, there's a peppy tactician trailing you.

She probably thinks she's sneaky.

(She's not.)

But she'll follow you for awhile, and if you confront her on it, she just beams and throws up her hands and--]

Congratulations! You're really good at this!

[really good at what....do you even want to ask...]

b;

[Alternatively, it's dinner time, and here's Morgan inching towards your food.

This can only end in tears.]

Heyyyyy.... are you going to eat all of that?

[The only ending to this is Morgan taking all of your food, give in now.]

Comments

[intendance]

[Morgan's officially held back by Lucina's hand on her forehead, but at what cost.

She frowns a little (more a pout than anything), as she considers that.]

Welllllll...that's true... our army would be in a pretty sad state if you couldn't lift Flachion. It's very...liftable.

[But her eyes are still on the prize.]

Stiiiiiiill, you don't need all of it, right?

[rightfully]

[ It’s all good. Lucina eats with one hand, the other remaining firm on Morgan’s forehead. Her elbow is firm; years of swordplay with a weapon built for men much stronger than she has left Lucina with formidable integrity in her muscles and joints. ]

We are all allotted the same amount of rations, Morgan. Lord Chrom is very diligent about that.

[ - and, well, Morgan certainly wouldn’t dare imply Lucina’s perfect father is incorrect in his food calculations, would she? ]

[intendance]

[Of course she wouldn't, that's a trap if she's ever seen one. Instead, she laughs good-naturedly.]

Of course he is! I was just wondering if you're hungry enough for all of it!

[or if you'll share with the black hole that is Morgan.]

[rightfully]

[ Lucina is hardly blessed with the patience necessary for this. Morgan, on the other hand, is un-tireable. And, as previously mentioned, a black hole. ]

I watched you try this with Robin.

[ Unable to mask her smile, Lucina finally lets go of Morgan's head. ]

He denied you because you could not solve his riddle.

[intendance]

[That gets a pout out of Morgan, finally shaking her unshakeable smile for a brief moment, lips pursed.]

Awww...does everyone know that I couldn't figure out Father's riddle?

[HER PRIDE AS A TINY TACTICIAN IS AT STAKE HERE.]

[rightfully]

It was very public.

[ Fear not, Tiny Tactician. Lucina is going to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself. ]

However, if you can solve mine, I'll happily share my dinner with you.

[intendance]

[:'(]

Well... all right, Lucina! I'll take on your deal! What's the riddle?

[She's back to being perky and excited at least.]

[rightfully]

[ In truth, this isn't something she'd be able to come up with on her own. Lucina is far from well-read, although she'd like to be. Robin and Miriel - and now Laurent and Morgan! - are the clever ones. She is merely skilled with a sword. So, it's quite fortunate Owain helped himself to one of Laurent's books a few nights ago and made a display of it to her and Kjelle, while Morgan was elsewhere. Otherwise, Lucina would never have memorised this riddle. ]

I'm teary-eyed, but never cry.
Silver-tongued, but never lie.
Double-winged, but never fly.
Air-cooled, but never dry.

What am I?

[intendance]

[Morgan muses over it for a moment, but she knows the answer as soon as she sits down and thinks. The true hint line is the "silver-tongued"; silver colored, maybe? From there, she just has to apply the rest of the characteristics, and she thinks of Laurent's books on elements and their compositions, and--]

It's mercury, right? Right?

[right right right]

[rightfully]

[ - curses, foiled again!! Politely, Lucina nods. ]

You are correct.

[ Adding, with a small smile, ]

I should have known better to think I could outsmart Robin's progeny. Have a seat.

[ Lucina pushes her dinner plate just so to the left, so it's between the two of them rather than veered disproportionately toward herself. ]