“I asked Tony once if there were other corresponding signs in Thedas, like if Scorpio is translated into being the Golden Nug or something, but he didn’t know. We’ll presumably have to ask around.”
Stephen clinks his cup against Cosima’s, taking a sip of the wine; it’s not eye-wateringly expensive but it’s good enough, his own finicky standards preventing him from settling for the cheap stuff. He considers the idea of collecting everyone’s birthdays; even he wants their approximate ages, at the least, for the infirmary’s medical records.
“I can’t tell if keeping track would make you a beloved division head and get you a Best Boss mug,” he adds, “or if it’d piss everyone off. Recordkeeping, familial literacy, adoptions… it might be a sore point if they don’t know their birthday.”
He remembers how cagey Gwenaëlle had been about it, and how he still doesn’t know hers. (And that sparks another faint thought in the back of his mind, but it needs a little time to percolate.)
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Stephen clinks his cup against Cosima’s, taking a sip of the wine; it’s not eye-wateringly expensive but it’s good enough, his own finicky standards preventing him from settling for the cheap stuff. He considers the idea of collecting everyone’s birthdays; even he wants their approximate ages, at the least, for the infirmary’s medical records.
“I can’t tell if keeping track would make you a beloved division head and get you a Best Boss mug,” he adds, “or if it’d piss everyone off. Recordkeeping, familial literacy, adoptions… it might be a sore point if they don’t know their birthday.”
He remembers how cagey Gwenaëlle had been about it, and how he still doesn’t know hers. (And that sparks another faint thought in the back of his mind, but it needs a little time to percolate.)