"Pish posh," he replied, taking the rest without batting an eyelash, "learn to share." Oh, carbohydrates. Being the size of a small house had never lent itself well to such idiotic things as diets, Drystan thought as agreeably polished off the remnants of Odette's thoughtful handout. Or it simply could have been the fact that the moment someone told him he couldn't eat something, he had never felt a more pressing urge to ingest it in his life.
Whichever.
"Martin Boot strikes me as very agreeable," Drystan told Seth in loud agreement. "If you didn't get along with him then, that had to be your own doing."
He gave Odette a look and smirked just slightly as he looked back up at Seth, "Much like, dare I say, that very becoming outburst of team unity that had that fine counselor escorting you back towards the Campfire of Friendship."
Honestly, Drystan had nothing against these New-Agers, but why was he forced to interact with them on a now-daily basis? They had a most infuriating way of treating everyone as though they were the age of six. Which included the confiscating of wands.
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