"Tricks and smiles and feline wiles?"
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"Tricks and smiles and feline wiles?"
"No no, that's what you're made of, remember? You keep getting those two confused," he shakes his head.
In a whisper to the others, he says, "Sorry, he just looses his head sometimes, you know the type."
"I could have sworn I was made of burned fur, charred bone, and seared meat. In fact, I'm quite certain. Also, your voice has changed colors. I like it, it's very...dapper."
"Has it? Damn, I hate when it does that."
Oliver swats at the air above his head indignantly.
"That's my color, dear.
"And we're getting very off-topic."
"Well, goodnight all. Unless of course we plan to set watches? I hate surprises when I'm on the receiving end. It's all the same to me, of course--if we're not setting watches, I'll just disappear until morning--but all the same."
SpoilerI'm just waiting for averagedog to pop back in.
SpoilerSame here.
SpoilerThirding it.