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Barty struts into the garage, a grin on his face. Finty, a balding ginger half-dwarf, wipes his hands on a clean towel.

Barty: Ah, they were easy! Some packets of Kimberleys, and they were all mouth. They even chatted a bit after eating.

Finty: Careful you don’t give away your secret to the public. There’ll be eejits buyin’ up every last biscuit to give to those blasted gods, and where will us sensible folk be for tea?

Barty: Finty, you’re half dwarf! What kind of talk is that about your kin?

Finty: Sensible talk! Mhhph.