in which enfys expresses skepticism.

[dieneidio]

You again, is it? 'Cos I seem to recall - stop me if I'm going too fast for you, sweetpea - but I seem to recall the last time you were sniffing around, you didn't just drop that ball so much as proper fumble it. I got my nice jacket with the elbow patches out and nobody even got knifed, how's that for useless?

Right, well. If you insist. Saddle up and all that.

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[dieneidio]

Babe.

[comewither]

I'm right, aren't I? Tell him I'm right.

[dieneidio]

You are so right.

[comewither]

Shame he'll never listen.

[dieneidio]

That's his face all over.