"I was thinking the same thing," Magnus nods. He sighs, and pulls off his pants, too. He's pretty sure toes don't bleed a ton, but he'd prefer not to get blood on anything nice.
Jack is still talking, so Magnus wraps his hand around his hilt. "C'mon, Jack," he says, and -- whoa! It's kind of weird to be actually wielding a sword again (by some value of wield) for the first time in months. He finds himself automatically wanting to sink into a fighting stance, but he squelches the urge with a weird little look down Jack's blade. "You're the precisest sword in the Nine Worlds, right? We only want the little toe off."
"Boss, I sewed Tiny's bowling bag, I can cut off a toe," Jack says.
This -- doesn't actually follow, in Magnus's estimation, but he does trust Jack with his life, so he just shrugs. "Okay, dude," he says to Galahad. "I guess it's all sorted. To the tub?"
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Jack is still talking, so Magnus wraps his hand around his hilt. "C'mon, Jack," he says, and -- whoa! It's kind of weird to be actually wielding a sword again (by some value of wield) for the first time in months. He finds himself automatically wanting to sink into a fighting stance, but he squelches the urge with a weird little look down Jack's blade. "You're the precisest sword in the Nine Worlds, right? We only want the little toe off."
"Boss, I sewed Tiny's bowling bag, I can cut off a toe," Jack says.
This -- doesn't actually follow, in Magnus's estimation, but he does trust Jack with his life, so he just shrugs. "Okay, dude," he says to Galahad. "I guess it's all sorted. To the tub?"