Yes, and every time I seem to emerge triumphant. How clever I am.

( And dry-tongued, unimpressed with either his own feats or — the perennially waved potato. It really could do with a lick of... anything. Salt, to start. Heat. Prayer. )

Or maybe simply innocent. ( Imagine that. ) But! I'm afraid I, for one, wasn't amusing myself. I don't have time for this. If your people give me more trouble than help, I assure you, I'm happy to turn you all away.