Don’t worry. He comes up with crazy ideas, but they’re so crazy they actually work half the time.
“…hey!” said exhibit A, aka Hwell Barrow. “I’ll have you know I have a ninety-eight percent success rate.”
“It’s the two percent that bites my tail,” Ax'and'l managed through gritted teeth. “And we agreed that there would be no bickering in front of potential clients.”
“If we agreed that, then we agreed not to introduce me like that,” Hwell said through a false smile. “Because if you keep introducing me like that, then I’m going to argue like blue bloody blazes, my friend.”
“Oh, don’t say that. Whenever you call someone ‘my friend’ it never ends well…”
Their audience, a Havenworld Avian safely behind a plexiglass booth, apparently watched the interchange with naked curiosity. “Have no fear, cogniscents. Your client is currently safe. I will enjoy the entertainment.”
Hwell deflated. “Aw, now you’ve just gone and taken the fun out of it…”
Ax'and'l gestured. “Case in point.”
“…hey!”
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