[ He totally ignores her request for him to not speaking it into existence, instead, he leans in a little closer and grinning, drops his voice to a theatrical whisper: ]
It could be grey.
[ Not that he’d want that for her, any more than he’d want short hair (he’s tried that; it’s not for him), but he throws back his head and cackles at the mental image anyway. ]
Sure. Or it would go horrifically wrong and you’re end up with an extra arm or six eyes or something.
[ He talks a big talk, but he’s clearly not brave enough to give it a go himself. ]
But, uh if you don’t want to live on the edge…I’ll drink my measly single-effect potion if you drink yours.
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[ He totally ignores her request for him to not speaking it into existence, instead, he leans in a little closer and grinning, drops his voice to a theatrical whisper: ]
It could be grey.
[ Not that he’d want that for her, any more than he’d want short hair (he’s tried that; it’s not for him), but he throws back his head and cackles at the mental image anyway. ]
Sure. Or it would go horrifically wrong and you’re end up with an extra arm or six eyes or something.
[ He talks a big talk, but he’s clearly not brave enough to give it a go himself. ]
But, uh if you don’t want to live on the edge…I’ll drink my measly single-effect potion if you drink yours.