[Another day at the merchandise booth, and Angus isn’t finding anything too valuable. He does get a meat pie, which he sets aside for later. So far, nothing distressing.
That changes when the booth attendant slips an ancient knife into his hand.]
No!
[It falls to the ground with a loud clatter.
Once he has stopped panicking over the Knife of Evil exiting within this building, he is found in the kitchen with a regular, non-cursed kitchen knife and a meat pie. It smells...nice.]
Do you wish to share this with me? I do not wish for it to spoil or grow cold before we eat it.
no subject
That changes when the booth attendant slips an ancient knife into his hand.]
No!
[It falls to the ground with a loud clatter.
Once he has stopped panicking over the Knife of Evil exiting within this building, he is found in the kitchen with a regular, non-cursed kitchen knife and a meat pie. It smells...nice.]
Do you wish to share this with me? I do not wish for it to spoil or grow cold before we eat it.