He raises an eyebrow and drawls, "Oh, the angles involved in chromatography, the brand of Lucius's bleach..." He grins cheekily at Rus's glare, and answers properly, "Whether you mind what coin he thinks he'll be bribed with."
Aberforth. Not letting the sudden impression of STAB show, he inquires, dubiously. "Really? But do they wash the glasses?"
"House pride is all about a respectable front," he says, lifting his chin a bit, and sighs. "They lose track of that when the points are down."
As discussed... yuck, Rus. n,n;; I knooooow. :((( He's around, but he works during the day and can at this point only do the changing, not the feeding. Although I believe Mommy may be ready to change her stance on using formula as an addition to natural milk if the pediatrician okays it. (sits back and watches with lemonade) Idiot came to the wrong place, harrassed everyone for fifteen minutes, went back to the restaurant, called me then, from there, guilt-tripped me because he was knocking at the wrong door and ringing a nonworking bell and got no answer, came to the wrong door again after not waiting for directions on the phone, and in the end brought me the wrong pizza!!!