Stealing Without Permission

“I needed it!”

“You coulda have gotten us all captured, laddie!”

“But-”

“Nay! We 'ave syst'ms for these things. Not to put ya out, Jer. For a reason.”

“Like they’d ever do anything, anyway! None of them would believe it even if… if.”

“You were nay 'ere in the 1720’s ‘cleansing’, now were ya? I was. You show me that cheek again, Jer, and you won’t get outta this forest for a week!”

“Fine, fine. Expressions equal ‘bad’. Gotcha.”

“…”

“Heh, heh. Just joking around, pops.”

“…”

“Sorry?”

“…”

“So! About that whole, uh, ‘stealing without permission’ thing….”

“…”

“I just really needed it- it feels so good…”

“Hmph! Wait, wha? Your brotha's said ya stole some flour.”

“Uh… no. Not, umm, exactly. I mean, it was white and powdery, but…”

“Bejesus- don’t tell me my son is the first ever leprechaun junkie!”

“Well… yeah?”

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