Turning cast iron to gold, [ Erik guesses after too long of a silence, less defensive than the level of stupidity he’s currently demonstrating could support.
He’s only ever around to repurpose cutlery. Who can say what wizards do in kitchens?
He’s still staring, also, hesitation in a late drop of one heel back so that he can turn to examine a line of cabinets. ]
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He’s only ever around to repurpose cutlery. Who can say what wizards do in kitchens?
He’s still staring, also, hesitation in a late drop of one heel back so that he can turn to examine a line of cabinets. ]