Earl Grey, if you don't mind. Or whatever this world's equivalent is thereof. [ Clamperl Grey? He doesn't know. He just wants some decent black tea, okay.
Valmont sizes up the tables and opts for what looks like the least charred one. Let's just pretend he didn't blow this place all to hell a minute ago. ]
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Valmont sizes up the tables and opts for what looks like the least charred one. Let's just pretend he didn't blow this place all to hell a minute ago. ]