King Rhys of the dwarfs presented a dress of brimstoned rubber and leather to Lady Margolotta six months ago…
So says Nutt in Unseen Academicals, …and isn’t that just the most un-Margolotta dress imaginable? What if Margolotta and Rhys, as two women in power who both transgress the traditions of the institutions they govern, have a tradition of sending each other outrageously OOC and stereotypical gifts? Rhys has a cabinet full of beer jars made of gold, Margolotta has a closet full of black dresses in varying degrees of vampishness, and of course they can’t just throw them out or accidentally stuff them in a lit chimney or drop them into a river because politics (via ironhammer)
#every year the gifts get worse#it’s a race to see who chickens out of it first#one time a traditionalist grag congratulated rhys on her excellent beer jar collection#‘it is so good to see you embrace tradition again’#that’s when margolotta got the rubber and leather one in the mail#‘bite /this/’ mutters rhys under her breath#margolotta’s ears start ringing just as she’s finishing a smallish-dog-sized pink sweater with bobbles#(which will mysteriously get lost in the mail in hushed-up circumstances within 5km of the patrician’s palace) (via OP)
Not technically a quote, nor technically incorrect, but I feel like this belongs here because this is the kind of content I will cut me own throat to bring to you.
(via incorrectdiscworldquotes)