[He glances at the brightly patterned clothes, and then the mysterious box of goodies and tries very hard not to be reminded of his time at Woodstock.]
...I'll bet you are.
[Spoken as diplomatically as possible. The offer to give him one of the ofuda gets a snort of laughter.]
Yeah, no. Doesn't hurt that much - I was in Italy for the majority of the Renaissance. Whole country's a minefield of consecrated ground, holy relics, you name it. Built up a bit of tolerance.
[Another flash of that diabolical grin of his. He's not going to admit he's just curious about how they work. That would be akin to conceding some kind of defeat.]
Besides, you might want to up your security if something like li'l ol' me can break through. Who knows what manner of ghoulies and ghosties could get in otherwise?
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[He glances at the brightly patterned clothes, and then the mysterious box of goodies and tries very hard not to be reminded of his time at Woodstock.]
...I'll bet you are.
[Spoken as diplomatically as possible. The offer to give him one of the ofuda gets a snort of laughter.]
Yeah, no. Doesn't hurt that much - I was in Italy for the majority of the Renaissance. Whole country's a minefield of consecrated ground, holy relics, you name it. Built up a bit of tolerance.
[Another flash of that diabolical grin of his. He's not going to admit he's just curious about how they work. That would be akin to conceding some kind of defeat.]
Besides, you might want to up your security if something like li'l ol' me can break through. Who knows what manner of ghoulies and ghosties could get in otherwise?