[Good luck with that, Lúthien. Finn's frown set into a firm line. He would let it pass, as instructed, but it was hardly going to leave his mind any time soon.]
Okay, okay. I'm sorry. it just seems unfair, that's all...
[Letting it pass. For real this time.]
soooo you wanna try touching your tongue to your nose?
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Okay, okay. I'm sorry. it just seems unfair, that's all...
[Letting it pass. For real this time.]
soooo you wanna try touching your tongue to your nose?
[That's better.]