"I really be a lot of things," Much said, flipping Will off in a casual sort of way, as Will went straight from I’m not judging to I’m totally judging.
“I really wanna be a bartender at this bar. You know the Grimm brothers? It’s theirs. I’m gonna grill ‘em for inside goss,” Much stabbed a piece of chicken, dangerously, with a chopstick. “See if they know anything about Marian’s fairytale realm bullshit.”