Room 512, Tuesday Afternoon

[doesnotkneel]

There was a pile of cut grass right below Barry and Edward's window - a large pile. Edward knew this because he was currently sitting on the window sill again, peering down and testing the ledge just below the sill with his foot.

Just curiosity. He still wanted to know whether it'd be possible to scale the wall up and into his room, for utterly innocent purposes that had everything to do with him being bored. See, the thing about Skyrim was that they'd had a lot more pubs and a lot more general-- carousing, and being back here in this building with Barry and his machines...

It was taking him some readjusting.

Figuring out whether he could climb in and out of his own room the short way down was a pleasant distraction from that, if nothing else.

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[doesnotkneel]

"Try knitting next time," Edward said. "Might get them working on more sensible gear while they're at it."

[not_every_mage]

"See, this is the other reason you'd have to come home with me," Anders informed him. "You give excellent advice. Though I'm not sure I want to arm that crew with knitting needles. They might put someone's eye out."

[doesnotkneel]

"They can knit, but they'll have to be under adult supervision," Edward said. "Say, don't you have a tower for that?"

[not_every_mage]

"Strangely enough we do," Anders said thoughtfully. "So, we let out all the mages, and turn it into a knitting school for Templars. It's foolproof."

[doesnotkneel]

"And then no one in the world needs to be terrorized," Edward said solemnly, "Neither your mages by the Templars, nor your Templars by their awful dresses."