(Seems like a disaster waiting to happen, really. He should find a container. Something from the kitchen could be taken and not missed, but she doesn't suggest it- she waits for him to finish speaking, instead.)
He's my warden, (is what she says instead, with deliberation, as if he's slow on the uptake.) So don't fuck with him.
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He's my warden, (is what she says instead, with deliberation, as if he's slow on the uptake.) So don't fuck with him.
I'll deal with him myself.