[Finn's timing is perfect. Poring over the dossier has taken first priority for Yujin: all day, he's been missing other bits of crew chatter in favor of jotting down more notes. But eventually, his stomach reminds him of the time. When he sits down to eat, who else should pop into his earpiece but--]
Good evening, Mr. Finn.
[That's a good question. He pokes thoughtfully at a bit of roasted potato on his plate before replying.]
Sword, I'd say? It isn't as heavy as the other choices, but it isn't such a blunt force, either. You have dexterity with a blade.
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Good evening, Mr. Finn.
[That's a good question. He pokes thoughtfully at a bit of roasted potato on his plate before replying.]
Sword, I'd say? It isn't as heavy as the other choices, but it isn't such a blunt force, either. You have dexterity with a blade.
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[There's a break in Finn's messages, but not a particularly long one. A couple minutes later, he's back.]
Okay so: what do you call a musician who's just been stabbed?
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I haven't a clue. What do you call them?
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a scabbard
[ hold for laughter ]
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Oh! A scab... bard? π
[Finn, he's a dad and even he thought that one was pretty bad.]