[She'd spit her drink out if she had one, but all she can do is gawk at Eustace in disbelief instead. Both for the sheer number of them he's consumed, and the red face, and the... counting on his fingers?
She'll lift up her phone to show him the screen, and the incriminating post that's still blown up on it.]
And what's the meaning of this [Her voice grows quieter and a hell of a lot sharper.] This isn't about what happened, is it?
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She'll lift up her phone to show him the screen, and the incriminating post that's still blown up on it.]
And what's the meaning of this [Her voice grows quieter and a hell of a lot sharper.] This isn't about what happened, is it?