"Since this morning?" X sounds incredulous. "You've been dealing with this for hours?"
No wonder the whole cafe looks like a smushed pumpkin patch.
X takes a moment to examine the bare skin of his ankle -- no wound, no broken skin -- before he looks around for another apron or another broom. "Let me help," he says. "We can herd them out. Then we can track down whoever's responsible and convince them to come and help clean up."
On their own, the words could be a joke, but X is perfectly serious. He'd come to see the Fool for a reason, but rescuing his livelihood from what's probably a magical prank comes first.
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No wonder the whole cafe looks like a smushed pumpkin patch.
X takes a moment to examine the bare skin of his ankle -- no wound, no broken skin -- before he looks around for another apron or another broom. "Let me help," he says. "We can herd them out. Then we can track down whoever's responsible and convince them to come and help clean up."
On their own, the words could be a joke, but X is perfectly serious. He'd come to see the Fool for a reason, but rescuing his livelihood from what's probably a magical prank comes first.