[Joly's just kind of -- staring for a moment or two, perplexed. Has he finally gone mad? Has death made him hallucinate? Or maybe it's the herbs in close proximity. In any case, he shakes his head eventually, with an absent rub at his nose, and gives this oddly familiar young gentleman a friendly enough nod.]
Ah -- a dea, I was thinking. ...Tea, I mean. Apologies, I've a bid of a cold.
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Ah -- a dea, I was thinking. ...Tea, I mean. Apologies, I've a bid of a cold.