 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
He didn’t much care for the name Tiffany, but he knew better than to say that aloud. After all they weren’t his children and he had no say in the matter. Instead he gave the barrel of pus a swirl, listened and then put the cover back on, giving it a few good whaps with his fist to close it. He ignored both women's reaction to the Bubotuber pus. He knew it smelled (he had a pretty sensitive sense of smell himself) hence why he had suggested they back up. ”Because,” Adam answered Catherina’s question, even though it wasn’t directed to him. ” Airey asked fur an updated infentory.” Because apparently the one he had conducted before the holidays wasn’t good enough. He pushed the barrel back into it’s place. ” Laurel do you mind recorting down zat it vas full.” He wasn’t going to go near the pen right now. He was still mad at it. And yes, some did seem to be missing...
He wiped his hands on the corner of his coat and then pushed some hair out of his eyes. ” I am done. Are you ready fur our meeting vith Airey?” he asked Laurel. They didn’t have one scheduled, but that had been the reason she had come by right? Maybe he had misunderstood her. After all, Catherina had popped up not long into their conversation and he had been mad at his translation quill. He might have misunderstood her in his anger.
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