"I'm a hunter, not a fisherman," Rus shrugs. "I thought perhaps quantity would make up for quality. And jellyfish are the very devil to find and coax this far north."
"Well, give me a scale to work with then. I've seen fear- I've induced my fair share, but I've never measured it in terms of purity." Rus gives him a searching look. "I thought he was right. We shouldn't have to hide what we are." He scowls. "He...went about it the wrong way."
"Sorry. No." Rus shakes his head sorrowfully and sips from his drink. "At least I won't ask you to watch."
T2 opens his mouth but shuts it hastily at a glare from T1. "You go," he nods at Severus. "Roll your dice and have your shot. Then Dead-Eye hear can show us what he can do."
It probably won't really be that bad unless you use eyes from really old sprouted potatoes; you know, the ones you find in the bottom of the bin. But it will make her highly uncomfortable. ;) OOH! I'll have to mention cranberry brisket to my dad.It sounds yummy. YAY for pie! (that's fine. we just finished dinner and I'm about to go into a triptophan (sp) coma)