Two Eyes Cenote metalurgy

gucci pouted in place of an answer.

yew stretched yerself thin ag'in. the little man diagnosed. ah'm, as ever, fine'n'plump- sure, there's another matter, but yew, tavina-

he shuffled in place, coiling his luxurious tail about himself for warmth.

...could ya at least ease mah worries, tell me y'll take sabbatical come spring, coast or woods or sam-where?