- Ah, long time fermenting, my dear.
What brings you back to this basin?
- Cut the sage genie crap.
And I'm not your dear.
Explanation. Now.
- For what? I don't follow.
- Listen Greenie. People are falling into comas,
healthy hearts are collapsing like straw huts
and an inky stain in a certain jade hue
kind of
leads me back to you.
- Ma chere, I'm sure I have no idea.
I'm only a granter.
Besides, not my style. These people -
- Quit lying, or I'll bottle you like a bug.
- Rash words. Really, though,
is this about them, or your skin
and our tumultuous run-in years ago?
Ungrateful girl. I made you amazing.
- You methane viper.
There's an X by your name, it's true,
but it's not about me and you this time,
so help me or zip it and vanish, like you always do.
