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OPTIONS.
1. Random scenario generator: Whatever your heart/rng's heart fancies.
2. Anything from here - ty, garregmachmod. ♥
3. Otherworldly: Let's get pretentious with it.
4. Wildcard! Do the thing freestyle, or I will. Alternatively, you can just throw a prompt at me.

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[outsideer]

[ from here ]

no, he is not contemplating a proposal, don't give me that look

[gautiheir]

[ There's a lot to think about on the return march from Enbarr - although for the first time in five years, more of it is good than bad.

One thing in particular, though, that Sylvain's been thinking about for a long time, keeps coming to the front of his thoughts. He's managed to lay a bit of the groundwork, although war is horrible timing to do anything more than that. And when they make a stopover at Garreg Mach on the way back to Fhirdiad - or, as Sylvain likes to think of it, a stopover for the only guaranteed good cooking they're probably going to see in a while, if Faerghus remains true to form - it occurs to him that this might be the best time to approach Ingrid, if he wants to broach the topic now and not in however much time it takes for everyone to stop being busy with Dimitri's coronation.

And when today's special has conveniently just happened to be one of Ingrid's favorites (or perhaps Sylvain's made a few well timed suggestions to the kitchen staff), and when they're done eating the meal (or inhaling it, maybe, but he'll keep that thought to himself thank you very much), he figures she's in as good a mood as she'll ever be. ]

Hey, Ingrid. I have a favor to ask. [ A beat, before he decides he'd better head this off before he's accused of something. ] Something that does not have to do with other women or my less than savory habits, before you say no without me finishing.

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