For flutie!

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“So … it’s not some kind of weird surfacer sex toy?”

“No,” said the Warden, while behind her Anders sniggered into his sleeve and Nathaniel examined his bow with careful intensity.

“Huh,” said Sigrun, extending the metal tube and then collapsing it again. “But there’s no real reason why it couldn’t be - repurposed?”

The Warden stared at her a moment and then grinned like a pumpkin. “Sigrun, it’s a gift. You can do whatever you like with it.”

Anders made a noise like a wet explosion. Nathaniel coughed.

“Just don’t let Oghren know,” the Warden added. “You might be able to take the teasing but I’ll have to stab him if he starts bothering me for, uh, marital aids.”

Sigrun flipped the spyglass around in her fingers. “No problem,” she said. “Thanks, boss! I’ll be in my bunk.”