Theo agreed to clean up, but once Raza and Jack walked away ... Well, he wasn't going to shirk completely, not with Zephyr still around to watch, but he certainly slowed down a bit. No rush, after all. His telekinesis helped again with the cleanup, letting him lift and move things without touching them, which was a bit of a relief after the day's manual labor -- he stretched, feeling his tired muscles complain. Gods, and it wasn't even noon yet. He was going to have to find a nice shady spot to nap off the unaccustomed effort ... after he got some booze.
And he could help finish off the malasadas, too. Another meal, another day keeping body and soul together -- and hey, he was almost even proud of what he'd done here. Theo wasn't usually one to find satisfaction in hard work, but the Hanged Man looked good. With any luck, the bar would remember the favor down the road.
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Theo cleans up lazily!
can't say good morning without lying twice
