"And I am a fisherman?" Severus inquires, raising a slightly irked eyebrow. "Somethings fall under 'if you want a thing done right,' that's all. Besides, the beach is rather pleasant before the crowds arrive, and I don't like to waste my time. And that," meaning the jellyfish, "was rather my point."
He shrugs. "I don't have a scale. But fear can be pure, or mixed with admiration, or hatred, or confusion... even sorrow, or love. Anything, really." He mulls over this answer with a weighted, slightly melancholy countenance. Finally, because he's curious, "What would you have changed?"
"...Well enough."
"Oh, I don't mind," Severus--or rather, Seth--says cheerfully. "It's his turn, and I'm not nearly drunk enough yet." Now they really can't complain about being scammed, not having been warned twice. Besides, T1 obviously has something in mind, and even though T1 is not T2 or Alf, he doesn't see any particular reason to make life easy for him.
LOL, yuck! Well, for the record, as we are online, even if it's not quite as bad as facebook, this won't be happening, and not just because I don't buy potatoes. ;) IT IS. And so was the pie. Someone brought a chocolate bourbon torte from Finale. The chocolate was so coarsely cut that it looked like a meat pie, and was sooooooooooo goooooooooooood.