[Drinks brought out, Syrena is startled when the straw wrapper is shot her way, her eyes going wide and hands lifting up to shield herself to no avail. When she catches the grin all she can do is frown, confused, but her attention is soon turned away from the injustice and to whatever Dean just stuck in his drink.]
I will catch you a fish.
[It's said very seriously. She'll catch him whatever he wants. It's not hard for her, after all.]
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I will catch you a fish.
[It's said very seriously. She'll catch him whatever he wants. It's not hard for her, after all.]
What is that, in the drink?