( ...oh well, in the cauldron the potatoes go, eyes and all. The spirits, for their part, seem intensely pleased, as if they have met not a single culinary deformity they would not, in fact, wish to partake of, a hundred times over.
A humble plop of the potato dipping in pronounces the venture a success, to their intense claps.
Thor, never one to give up without a fight (to make things worse), charitably: )
Another? ( Then, while the girl toils away. ) What is your name, little friend?
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( ...oh well, in the cauldron the potatoes go, eyes and all. The spirits, for their part, seem intensely pleased, as if they have met not a single culinary deformity they would not, in fact, wish to partake of, a hundred times over.
A humble plop of the potato dipping in pronounces the venture a success, to their intense claps.
Thor, never one to give up without a fight (to make things worse), charitably: )
Another? ( Then, while the girl toils away. ) What is your name, little friend?