Not Made For Mucking Out Dragons Pens Either
Vimes stared at Sybil’s new boots trying very hard to keep his expression blank.
“You don’t like them?” She asked in that special wife tone that means ‘how dare you not like them?’
He tried to think. This particular pair of boots just begged too many questions like ‘how did they get them that color?’ and ‘what on the Disc possessed you to buy them?’
“It’s not that… They’re just…” He hesitated. “Why did you…”
Sybil looked down timidly. “I just thought they looked interesting. I got them to… spice things up, you know?”
Vimes sighed. Spice things up, right.
“You don’t like them?” She asked in that special wife tone that means ‘how dare you not like them?’
He tried to think. This particular pair of boots just begged too many questions like ‘how did they get them that color?’ and ‘what on the Disc possessed you to buy them?’
“It’s not that… They’re just…” He hesitated. “Why did you…”
Sybil looked down timidly. “I just thought they looked interesting. I got them to… spice things up, you know?”
Vimes sighed. Spice things up, right.