"Live?" At once Dotty imagined the land lobster crawling over her skin. That might be an irritation from another source, however. "No, dead. Frickin' fresh too, they don't have them on ice," as she continued her incorrect line of thought about the edible related species to this creature.

She was utterly conflicted. Set in the mindset of giving the suits a smack but how exactly? Wand or seafood or a punch to the snoot? "Frockin' say 'NO!' don't go playing mind games! You said it was 'very good to know' that's practically a 'YES!'." Though even if she was flatly told 'no' Dotty still would have pestered him for as long as she could be entertained by it. She understandably did not like being told no, the spark of many of her transgressions.

Vaguely Asian's taunts were no more appreciated. Though her mind hungrily called out for money, all the shiny stuff she could by with it. "Really? You have it on you, Pockets, I'm not able to give up my teeth to a false tooth fairy."