[He sits down the bottle and with a contemplative expression he picks up two of the legs off the ground. It's ale.] It's ah, do they have any left around during your time? [Then after looking at those legs for long enough, sticks them in his ears, and purses up his lips at Boone as though he has buck-teeth, and wiggles his index fingers on either side of his mouth in his best quick spider impression. Then he pulls them out and resumes default "too-hard" face.]
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He'll probably like that.