You worry too much, Frederick. I'm just messing with you! [Of course he does. Because he's Frederick, and because Henry's description of what could have been wasn't the nicest sounding outcome to begin with.] You could set me on the floor, sure. But I can probably stand.
[Henry waits for Frederick to do what he will, because upon further analysis of his situation, he doesn't really feel like toppling to the floor for struggling wrong.]
I'd help you with the fire endeavor and all, but they won't give me a fire tome. That leaves me in the cold on that front. [Clearly the ONLY way he knows to stoke a fire: magic.] Come on, right? What's a mage without his fireballs? Boring, is what.
[Even past that usually enthusiastic tone, his upset at this is palpable.]
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You worry too much, Frederick. I'm just messing with you! [Of course he does. Because he's Frederick, and because Henry's description of what could have been wasn't the nicest sounding outcome to begin with.] You could set me on the floor, sure. But I can probably stand.
[Henry waits for Frederick to do what he will, because upon further analysis of his situation, he doesn't really feel like toppling to the floor for struggling wrong.]
I'd help you with the fire endeavor and all, but they won't give me a fire tome. That leaves me in the cold on that front. [Clearly the ONLY way he knows to stoke a fire: magic.] Come on, right? What's a mage without his fireballs? Boring, is what.
[Even past that usually enthusiastic tone, his upset at this is palpable.]