[Crocodile's arm turns to sand immediately, tendrils snaking out and into the next room. They wrap around the base and legs of a small table, hauling it out onto the deck. A small demonstration of ability, perhaps, but enough to show that his power wasn't quite like her own. On top of it was a freshly brewed pot and two cups.]
You'll find this blend needs no doctoring. It almost seems to adapt to the palate of the taster.
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You'll find this blend needs no doctoring. It almost seems to adapt to the palate of the taster.
[He drags over two chairs, one on each side.]
Please. Sit.