"You're allowed around, you're not a slave," He comments, snorting at him again and messing up his hair again. Though, his smile fades when he blinks at Maurice, looking at him and then back at the table. How had he not noticed before? "You...You threw some away?" He moves to start staring at the bottles, trying to figure out which ones were missing. "Why? Why would you do that?"
"Oh, yes! I bring her home for a romantic dinner and I have to put on a whole play about why I live in a cave and have an ENORMOUS PILE OF GOLD." He flung his arms high but quickly cooled his temper.
"They smelled like they'd spoiled...I honestly thought I was doing you a good turn."
"Or, you could spend time with her outside of home. Who said you had to bring her home?" Regardless though, he's not too concerned with the fact that Maurice has seemingly resigned himself to a life alone after less than a week in his new home. Odd fellow.
In any case, he shoots Maurice a look, groaning as he picked up a bottle and tried t figure out it's contents by look alone, "It's my decision whether something has gone off or not, not yours. Sometimes things smell odd because of what is in them, not that they have turned sour."
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"They smelled like they'd spoiled...I honestly thought I was doing you a good turn."
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In any case, he shoots Maurice a look, groaning as he picked up a bottle and tried t figure out it's contents by look alone, "It's my decision whether something has gone off or not, not yours. Sometimes things smell odd because of what is in them, not that they have turned sour."