>>18971909
>Well met, Inquisitor Hayte!
And you, Lord Inquisitor Dalton.
>Not a bad spread they've got this year.
The egg salad isn't as bad as I remember, no. These pickles are good.
>The little ones with the toothpicks stuck in them?
No, the chips. They're tangy. I think I taste garlic, too.
>Ah, none for me. Can't abide the stuff.
Yes, Lord Inquisitor.
>Always had trouble with heartburn.
Yes, Lord Inquisitor.
*a bell sounds*
>Ah! Here we go! Have anyone entered this year, Hayte?
No, lost my newest batch of Acolytes just this past week.
>Sorry to hear it. Mind if I ask how?
Some Lictor on Burnscour.
>Shame, shame. One of my former Acolytes, Inquisitor Serrandus, he entered one of his under a fake name and rosette to double his chances, the cheeky bastard.
*screams from one of the monitors set up along one wall*
>Heh heh, much good it did him. Other one's Mithandra Fellitus, top-left there.
She's doing well so far. Goodness, never seen someone shoot a mutant there. Bastard had a lot of puss in him.
>Have you tried these olives?