Bramblepoint And who's the boss?

The joy that his name brought onto Thatcher was a bit disconcerting, Cicero had to admit. He could not help but wonder, and wondered aloud — "Does Thatcher like the special mushrooms?" Because he was acting a lot like he had eaten something wrong (or right, depending on your point of view). With his knowledge of poisons, Cicero knew a thing or two about such things, herbs or mushrooms. There was something off about Thatcher, because he acted a little bit too... happy.

A joke followed. Cicero had never heard a joke in his life, and so he did not understand it, wondered if it was some sort of philosophical question. Cicero canted his head in question, and he felt amused by the fact that Thatcher seemed to enjoy his own joke a little too much. "Blind," Cicero answered, although he knew that at times creatures whose eyesight was taken would develop other skills better; so perhaps in a way, it was not entirely a true answer. He awaited the actual answer, not sure what to expect.