[ As with every time he's blindsided by an old relic, John Gaius spends a solid five minutes being completely fucking normal about this, his face intermittently buried in his hands or turned to gaze into the middle distance. Eventually, he shoots back a reply: ]
What's this?
[ And then: ]
I always wanted a helpful ghost dog. Really should've got on that. Guess it's not too late for skeleton reindeer.
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What's this?
[ And then: ]
I always wanted a helpful ghost dog. Really should've got on that. Guess it's not too late for skeleton reindeer.