[And there's really nothing for it, but to walk over because there's just no way anything Quentin can cast even passingly well could get it carefully out of Eliot's hands.
Fucker.
Who knows all about this.
Eyes narrowed and hand out, he stops just in front of Eliot.]
I'm very picky and I want that one. So. Hand it over, Waugh.
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[And there's really nothing for it, but to walk over because there's just no way anything Quentin can cast even passingly well could get it carefully out of Eliot's hands.
Fucker.
Who knows all about this.
Eyes narrowed and hand out, he stops just in front of Eliot.]
I'm very picky and I want that one. So. Hand it over, Waugh.