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[color=0072bc]"'Ell no, I'm not gettin' you anyting with sugar in it. You can have a big toob of popcorn and you can appreciate [i]that[/i] shit."[/color]

Noel gave him such a quivering look that he felt the muscles in his hand clench. The Atlesian returned it with the only thing the blacksmith was born to understand - tempered steel. 

[color=0072bc]"As if you won't be up past your bedtoim enough to begin with. You want me to give you sometin' to make you hyper now too?"[/color]

[color=f6989d]"...Yes?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]...

"Dammit, Noel."[/color]

Figured that she'd know how to work a piece of steel.

[color=0072bc]"Ye, ye, fine,"[/color] the accented Atlesian grumbled. His hand wriggled out of hers and grabbed her left hand as she lifted it triumphantly. He pinned it down at her side, with the intended consequence of wrapping his arm protectively around his teammate's shoulder to begin with and putting her in a would-be chokehold. [color=0072bc]"But you're going to make yourself useful to the cause if I do. I want you to find ten little midgets from Vale. Pop leaks in their fookin' sodas with the stick when you're done. Spread fear and dissent in your wake, du Acier. Big Brudda has spoken."[/color]