( His eyebrows go up at that as he sets his glass down. That settles that, then. He's about to ask if Tim wants him to, but he thinks he knows the answer. And he's turned the tables on him too many times to know he shuts down. So, he decides to give him a little information at a time, which also gives Tim the out in case he ever wants it.
He pours the shrimp over the olive oil, filing the pan he's heated. )
Magic, like, my mother thought she'd protect me and my other siblings - and our father - and she made me what I am. With magic. Because, she was a witch.
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:40 am (UTC)He pours the shrimp over the olive oil, filing the pan he's heated. )
Magic, like, my mother thought she'd protect me and my other siblings - and our father - and she made me what I am. With magic. Because, she was a witch.