Oh, it's no trouble at all. [And as he speaks he tries to walk off to fetch said drink...and doesn't get more than five feet before he's turning around in a circle back to her. He looks around, confused, because he was *sure* he was walking to the bar, and yet somehow he ended up walking away and then back instead.]
Well. That's odd. [He tries again, and again just walks in a circle.]
I'm sorry, miss. Something dashed peculiar is going on. I try to walk to thither and yet somehow I always seem to end up hither.
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Date: 2011-08-28 11:02 pm (UTC)Well. That's odd. [He tries again, and again just walks in a circle.]
I'm sorry, miss. Something dashed peculiar is going on. I try to walk to thither and yet somehow I always seem to end up hither.