[Well. Henry actually finds his brows furrowing a little. He isn't about to stop sitting any time soon. He'd claimed this sofa fair and square.]
[It's then that Townshend gets an idea. A wonderful terrible idea. He reaches down between himself and the sofa and pulls up a crinkly plastic bag full of Bergmints.]
Here.
[He holds the bag out and tips it, expecting Wrath to either a) know to cup his hands or b) eat them off the floor because of course he would. Henry isn't fussed either way.]
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[Well. Henry actually finds his brows furrowing a little. He isn't about to stop sitting any time soon. He'd claimed this sofa fair and square.]
[It's then that Townshend gets an idea. A wonderful terrible idea. He reaches down between himself and the sofa and pulls up a crinkly plastic bag full of Bergmints.]
Here.
[He holds the bag out and tips it, expecting Wrath to either a) know to cup his hands or b) eat them off the floor because of course he would. Henry isn't fussed either way.]