"Chinese whazza---?"
Tomas' grin fell and his patented, overly dramatic pout formed upon his face. Well, that was a few sickles down the drain. Except he'd definitely be able to eat all of it by himself, or at least get Doge or Dawlish to stuff some down their throats...or have fun making Madley devour it all...maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.
The pout remained, however, and Tomas slid onto one of the stools at a table. He stared at the vials of potions and bubbling cauldrons full of...whatever it was they brewed down here. He often joked about this place being like a mad scientist's lair, but that just got him blank looks and then ejected from the lab.
"If I eat all of this myself, I'm going to get fat, and then I'll be self-conscious about my weight, and you do not want to deal with that."
Tomas stared pointedly at his wife, eyebrows high.
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