Well, [ he huffs ] I've had 200 years to earn 'em.
[ Pop, pop, pop. Logan finishes the last of the holes, and after some fine shaving with the knife to smoothen the edges, he holds it up at eye level to inspect his work.
There is still more that he cuts off -- thin wisps of wood that fall away light and gentle. Then he blows again, cleaning it up. ]
Shouldn't be that surprising, though. Every 19th century nobleman cliche was true for me, you know.
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[ Pop, pop, pop. Logan finishes the last of the holes, and after some fine shaving with the knife to smoothen the edges, he holds it up at eye level to inspect his work.
There is still more that he cuts off -- thin wisps of wood that fall away light and gentle. Then he blows again, cleaning it up. ]
Shouldn't be that surprising, though. Every 19th century nobleman cliche was true for me, you know.
'cept the things that required going outside.