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It was stuck in Fai's mind--and he was honestly looking for things to keep him occupied, and this was rather massive for him. So he found himself actively looking for the familiar walking clothes rack. And when he saw him, he sauntered over, his hands hidden in his sleeves, and pulled to the much taller horseman's side.

"Good day, Sal," he said mildly. "I hope it finds you well?"

You couldn't just jump onto the subject without a greeting, first, of course. Although even Precious was staring at Sal with all the heads that could see him, a suspiciously 'judgin' you' expression on its many petals.

Precious is judging you, Sal, judging you.

"Today is a rather... good day," Fai said, wishing he could reach into his clothes and pull out a bottle. In fact one hand pulled out of his sleeve, hesitated, and returned to its spot. "I thought I would inform you, of course, that I will be taking Falair off of your hands. We're working on a tent. Seeing as your own seems rather... busy?" he said, glancing over at the other male with a look.

"Of course it's my pleasure to inform you that Falair has agreed to have me as her mentor again," he added. "Which I am sure you have already heard."

He was dancing around the issue. But they had long lives, they could afford a dance or two.

"She has agreed to help me with some of my own... dilemmas, as well," Fai said. "Of course, we both know what that dilemma is--I have been drunk off of my a**," he said in an almost cheerful tone. "She raided my supply, poured out all my bottles, I can only suck on grapes if I desire the sweet memory of my finest wine. She's quite a cheerful tyrant when she puts her mind to it."

Then, without skipping a beat, said, "I seem to have missed some very, very important happenings while intoxicated, my friend. Potentially life altering."

"Ah, yes, I was mostly drunk at the time, but I do recall what caused that," Fai said. "I do not believe I will ever desire to go to that part of the human world again--truly what they consider as entertainment, it is quite... disturbing," said the stallion who had grafted a carnivorous plant into his skull and referred to it as "precious."

"But I was thinking something along a more... personal basis," he said. "Something as close as one's name."

"Alas, no, I am still married to... no, I cannot even claim to be married to my work," Fai said. "But you--I believe her name is... Hell?" he said in a mild tone that hinted of an evil underlying.

"Might I ask... why?" Fai asked, not explaining exactly how he'd found out. "She is rather rude, especially to a person she has just met. She called me decrepit, Sal," he said, his expression dark at the memory. "She snapped at Na'ima for sitting on a couch, and she has no clue what is required for a truth serum. I feel that she has no knowledge of our people, our culture, or abilities--and yet you have given her your name."

He was laying out his cards, and he looked Sal straight in the eye. "Why have you done such a thing?"

"I see, she is a social experiment," Fai said, his expression lightening up with the realization. "I wish you well in your ventures, my friend," he added, reaching up and patting Sal on the back (not as high as he would have liked, Sal was much taller.) "I will not lie, I am still not fond of your little project, herself, but it is a very interesting idea."

He wasn't about to offer his help in it. He had no reason to experiment socially with scarelings that he wasn't even fond of. Especially ones, like Sal had already admitted, he had tried to poison often. Seriously, Sal had rather interesting hobbies--not the poisoning, of course, poisoning was a clan tradition, practically. But adoption? Really? Ah, in the name of science, Fai supposed it was a reasonable sacrifice... if odd.