[color=ed145b]"Oh fer FUCK'S SAKE--"[/color]
[color=f7941d]"Stop cooin' at da man ladeh! Ya's aready ENGAGED, 'member!? YEESH!"[/color]
[color=ed145b]"Yeah-- Ta DUMB-SHEIT 'ere!"[/color]
[color=f7941d]"Cool it Lil'-- Mistah, Dis 'ere fella clearly ain't from out'n da sticks likes we is--"[/color]
[color=ed145b]"Ain't used ta "Special peoples" likes us, and dun know knows tuh behave-- Clearleh!"[/color]

Their attention once again got directed at Louise.

[color=ed145b]"Realleh naow-- Mistah Good'nuff dere dun poured 'nuff buttuh fer 5 damn birds aready, so knocks it off. What he NEED, be a drink ta soothe 'is throat!"[/color]
[color=f7941d]"'Esactleh. Mistah, you gots the fixins, we gots de kit rights 'ere. Brew ya up a bottle, no charge."[/color]
[color=ed145b]"Leas' we kin do, af'er mistah TIN PANTS o'er ere dun gone an been a LIT'RAL pain in ya neck!"[/color]

The two let out a synchronized nervous giggle, while rose opened up her side satchel, and pulled out parts of her makeshift potion kit.

Rose gave an expectant look, with her ears up, indicating her rather diminutive alembic, before finishing for her sister.
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"Leas' we kin dos."[/color]