[Nine lives - oh. Right. Because the cat thing, right? Har har, yeah, real funny. Tim dispels the charm with a wave of his wand, grimacing as the unpleasant sensation repeats itself.]
I'm...fine. Doing fine. You know me, fine.
[That's too many fines and too hasty a reassurance. Urgh.]
How're - I mean, what're you doing here? Refilling your, uh...your stock?
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I'm...fine. Doing fine. You know me, fine.
[That's too many fines and too hasty a reassurance. Urgh.]
How're - I mean, what're you doing here? Refilling your, uh...your stock?