Distracted from his conversation with the floating mug, Knuckles turns to look at the newcomer.
Sotto voice: "Does everyone in this place sleep until noon?"
Regular voice: "I'm afraid that would be me, sir. My apologies if I woke you up." He gives his pipe a couple of strong puffs, filling the air with the pleasant smell of...something sweetish, but definitely NOT tobacco. It's a strangely relaxing, yet invigorating, lightly bluish smoke.
Knuckles winks towards Hats. "Leprechaun blend."
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"Nevermind. Just in time for lunch. I might have overslept. So thanks."
After seeing the blue smoke and hearing Leprechaun, he says.
"Do you happen to have pot of gold hidden somewhere?"
After seeing the blue smoke and hearing Leprechaun, he says.
"Do you happen to have pot of gold hidden somewhere?"
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Knuckles snorts. " I wish! I'm just a lowly professor. And the Sidhee are notorious for being stingy with their shinies. The food is good (just make sure it's people food) and the smokes are fantastic! If I could ever convince them to give me a steady supply, I'd set up a shop and retire!. As for the beer..." He shudders. "Less said about that, the better. Unless you like the idea of waking up 20 years latter..."