Good one, Dylas. You're definitely convincing everyone here. Especially Midna, who wasn't even listening to the denial, which was a denial in more ways than one, she was sure. She didn't care about the fate of the cheese, taking her position again on top of his head, but sitting upright this time as she perched, certainly not because of his comments at all...
After a series of climbing, opening doors, and well-timed jumps (all of which were appropriate criticized— ) they had finally made their way back to the foyer, Midna in full frown mode.
"What happened, uh? What?! Cheese?" or however much was left of it, anyway. "Uh, did husband move it? ...Uh, where in the world did we put it. Sorry I need thinking time. Take cheese to husband, uh?"
In Midna's opinion, this woman needed more than just thinking time... but voicing her thoughts on the matter had little chance of furthering their quest to the mirror. "Let's... go..." she spoke carefully, keeping herself in check, then a hushed, "I told you not to eat so much of it," for Dylas, and the cheese.
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After a series of climbing, opening doors, and well-timed jumps (all of which were appropriate criticized— ) they had finally made their way back to the foyer, Midna in full frown mode.
"What happened, uh? What?! Cheese?" or however much was left of it, anyway. "Uh, did husband move it? ...Uh, where in the world did we put it. Sorry I need thinking time. Take cheese to husband, uh?"
In Midna's opinion, this woman needed more than just thinking time... but voicing her thoughts on the matter had little chance of furthering their quest to the mirror. "Let's... go..." she spoke carefully, keeping herself in check, then a hushed, "I told you not to eat so much of it," for Dylas, and the cheese.
Nevermind that she hadn't even said that.