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Who? Him? Cooking? What? See? They didn't even fit in the same sentence. He had to seperate them with question marks to make sense.
He laughed briefly. Fina was sweet, but not sweet enough to fool him into it. Cooking or helping.
"My expertise is potions, Fina," he said in good humour, "I know nothing about cooking. 'dislike' isn't the word. I enjoy eating more." So, it would be RUDE of them to FORCE him to help, especially if it was their condition to share the food.
Aches. Cosgrach grunted and made a face. Clearly, he had problems about it too.
"The children at potions class." His tone was almost whining. It was just so... it didn't make sense, see? It just didn't. "A class full of elderly, and they are barely 17 years old!" He looked at his colleagues in despair. "What is wrong with them?" |