[ Somewhere, Tweety -- the juvenile familiar that hangs out in Lewin's sleeves and pockets -- is chirping as informatively as it can, which is not much because Baby. ]
What's 'quick' to you, hm?
[ It's not muttered. At least it isn't Lucifer this time? Probably not the sort of surprise Lewin would appreciate, though. ]
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What's 'quick' to you, hm?
[ It's not muttered. At least it isn't Lucifer this time? Probably not the sort of surprise Lewin would appreciate, though. ]