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Dawn glared at ClaW and angrily accused him of being a disguised cleric and declared that the fact that he looked nothing like a cleric just went to prove it. Then she accused him of being a pervert who was trying to get a feel of her legs. Then she accused him of wasting her thyme. But Claw took this all in his strides (plural, because of him having so many legs) and quietly cast Mending on her severed straw leg.
This caused a furious outbreak of forum posting because some people argued that you can't do Mending on a creature and other people argued that a scarecrow is not a creature because straw isn't alive and it's just woven together so it's an object and can be mended and more people piled in to argue that yes you could and more people joined in to say no you couldn't and the first people were always wrong anyway look at last week, and they accused each other of using strawman arguments which other people snarkily said should be straw-woman because it was a female scarecrow and that set off a whole gender row and it got out of hand until someone stepped in and locked the thread.
Dawn tested her newly-attached ... piece ... by kicking Claw across the field and accusing him of divinity. Nam-Draz'il tut-tutted and said, in what he hoped was a reproving manner, "Now, young lady, you just go right over and pick up that lobster. Someone might come by and trip over it and hurt themselves." Then he dodged nimbly as Dawn's scythe swirled somewhere in the vicinity of where his neck had just been.
Meanwhile, Gucci gave a Gallic shrug and puffed on his cigar. "And put that light out!" shrieked Dawn inflammably.
"I zink ze ma'm'selle as ze issues, non?" Gucci remarked shrewdly. "Nozzing that a bon repaste will not cure. I will prepare a veal en croute avec garlic 'erbs in armagnac."
Dawn goggled at Gucci. He was talking about food? She was a scarecrow! She didn't eat! ... unless ... maybe ... she was hungry ... no, it couldn't be ... she wasn't ... maybe if it was a five star brandy ... but that would ... how did alcohol affect straw brains? ... am I going crazy? ... how would I know ... "I'll have it with the side salad," she heard herself saying.
A little later, when Dawn had risen from her meal and was feeling suitably mellow, they discussed the adventure. It was agreed that, after they had obtained a supply of apples in Littleborough, they would hunt down a few evil archpriests and then ...
Dawn glared at ClaW and angrily accused him of being a disguised cleric and declared that the fact that he looked nothing like a cleric just went to prove it. Then she accused him of being a pervert who was trying to get a feel of her legs. Then she accused him of wasting her thyme. But Claw took this all in his strides (plural, because of him having so many legs) and quietly cast Mending on her severed straw leg.
This caused a furious outbreak of forum posting because some people argued that you can't do Mending on a creature and other people argued that a scarecrow is not a creature because straw isn't alive and it's just woven together so it's an object and can be mended and more people piled in to argue that yes you could and more people joined in to say no you couldn't and the first people were always wrong anyway look at last week, and they accused each other of using strawman arguments which other people snarkily said should be straw-woman because it was a female scarecrow and that set off a whole gender row and it got out of hand until someone stepped in and locked the thread.
Dawn tested her newly-attached ... piece ... by kicking Claw across the field and accusing him of divinity. Nam-Draz'il tut-tutted and said, in what he hoped was a reproving manner, "Now, young lady, you just go right over and pick up that lobster. Someone might come by and trip over it and hurt themselves." Then he dodged nimbly as Dawn's scythe swirled somewhere in the vicinity of where his neck had just been.
Meanwhile, Gucci gave a Gallic shrug and puffed on his cigar. "And put that light out!" shrieked Dawn inflammably.
"I zink ze ma'm'selle as ze issues, non?" Gucci remarked shrewdly. "Nozzing that a bon repaste will not cure. I will prepare a veal en croute avec garlic 'erbs in armagnac."
Dawn goggled at Gucci. He was talking about food? She was a scarecrow! She didn't eat! ... unless ... maybe ... she was hungry ... no, it couldn't be ... she wasn't ... maybe if it was a five star brandy ... but that would ... how did alcohol affect straw brains? ... am I going crazy? ... how would I know ... "I'll have it with the side salad," she heard herself saying.
A little later, when Dawn had risen from her meal and was feeling suitably mellow, they discussed the adventure. It was agreed that, after they had obtained a supply of apples in Littleborough, they would hunt down a few evil archpriests and then ...