“‘What is the name of the book?’ ‘Which book?’ ‘The one with all the sprinkles!'”
“Who else has a Meanwhile?”
“I’ve got a weird one.”
“Weirder than yarn bombing the mage-meister statues?”
“I didn’t realize we were allowed to take resources out of the library.”
“That’s why you’ve never been banned.”
“Is this the kind of smell that we’ve become used to, or…?”
“No, it’s the kind of smell that comes from – “
“Not knowing how to do laundry?”
“Yeah.”
“As an elf, doesn’t that hurt your soul?”
“Nah, I’m a high elf.”
“He doesn’t have a soul.”
“You corner faster than a table.”
“Yeah. And you have thumbs, which are great for opening doors.”
“See, if you had foreseen this, I would make you an official elf.”
“Are you hiding from the tables or are you hiding from the librarians?”
“This is what passes for success with this group.”
“Moderate failure?”
“And the caged table is going to have to make a strength check to get out of the yarn…”
“Then I am going to respectfully Eldritch Blast the table…”
“For a brief moment before you realize you’re just making the table more angry, it’s really beautiful.”
“I’m going to attack the table that’s attacking Tariq – “
“You’re Tariq.”
“The table that’s going to be attacking Tariq shortly.”
“Oh, they have a Charisma of 1? These tables could try and talk their way out of this!”
“The table in the stairwell… cannot catch a break. It keeps grinding against the wall like it’s got an itch.”
“What did we learn?”
“That tables are gremlins? They got powdered sugar on them, and look what happened.”
“That I need better tensile strength in my yarn, if it can’t hold back a rampaging table.”