[There's a look on his face as if she's murdered his first born. An event that, by the way, would possibly get less reaction from him than if she cleaned out his room.]
Thtupid magic-blind people, I thwear. It maketh me cry. I'm not thure if I'm in any fit condition to cook.
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Thtupid magic-blind people, I thwear. It maketh me cry. I'm not thure if I'm in any fit condition to cook.