[Being this bright is a curse, sometimes. His mind helpfully, and at once, fills in four or five different ways that could be true, complete with imagery. One of them is even correct.
Rather than seem like he's going into a flap, he sets his cup down and drops back in his chair with a laugh. He's fine.]
Dear me, that's no good. I'll have to kill him after all.
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Rather than seem like he's going into a flap, he sets his cup down and drops back in his chair with a laugh. He's fine.]
Dear me, that's no good. I'll have to kill him after all.
[He's flapping.]