[ He says this with a light, sing-song-y tone as he cracks a fourth egg into the bowl. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by this—he seems happy, even, if his demeanor means anything—but if Solomon knew about the blood-soaked clothes stuffed into the back of his closet, then maybe it would come off a different way.
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[ He says this with a light, sing-song-y tone as he cracks a fourth egg into the bowl. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by this—he seems happy, even, if his demeanor means anything—but if Solomon knew about the blood-soaked clothes stuffed into the back of his closet, then maybe it would come off a different way.
Tatara grabs a fork and begins to whisk. ]
Who am I to say no?