“Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.”
“Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.”
“Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?”
“I work pretty hard at being different and it's nice to know people notice.”
“Oh, we're playing nice now?” Puck remained seated, looking anything but compliant. “Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?”
“Fine. I'll train. But I'm going to the stinking capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself." Says Johanna."Probably best not to bring that up in training," I say. "But it's nice to know I'll have a ride.”