[ Grog doesn't look particularly threatened, but he does obediently stop swinging around his tree branch. ]
I'd like to see you try, little girl.
[ He's still feeling as strong as he usually is (although he has no idea it's because of the gladiolus pollen), so the idea of a little girl besting him in a fight is laughable to him.
That says, he does look down where she's pointing, and goes over to grab the satchel. ]
Wha's this? It doesn't look like mine...
[ He opens it and reaches inside, expecting it to be as deep as his bag of holding, but frowns when his hand doesn't go very far into it. Inside, he finds a piece of bread, which he immediately bites into, a piece of parchment, which he tosses over his shoulder, and two vials: one of water, one of a mysterious blue potion.
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I'd like to see you try, little girl.
[ He's still feeling as strong as he usually is (although he has no idea it's because of the gladiolus pollen), so the idea of a little girl besting him in a fight is laughable to him.
That says, he does look down where she's pointing, and goes over to grab the satchel. ]
Wha's this? It doesn't look like mine...
[ He opens it and reaches inside, expecting it to be as deep as his bag of holding, but frowns when his hand doesn't go very far into it. Inside, he finds a piece of bread, which he immediately bites into, a piece of parchment, which he tosses over his shoulder, and two vials: one of water, one of a mysterious blue potion.
With his mouth full, Grog asks, ] Wha'sh thish?