[Nuadha is very marginally too well-raised to talk with his mouth full. But he can manage a potato-y growl of agreement before he swallows with very deep regret.]
No. Whoever put them there was the one who made the mistake.
[He will remember this affront. But he's glancing around to see if anyone witnessed that aside from her. There's nowhere to hide a whole-ass potato with a bite taken out of it, and his bruised dignity can't handle more of this, so after a moment more to think about every pointless way he's used his powers since coming to this party the incriminating potato in his hand turns into a crumpled napkin in a little shimmer of light.]
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No. Whoever put them there was the one who made the mistake.
[He will remember this affront. But he's glancing around to see if anyone witnessed that aside from her. There's nowhere to hide a whole-ass potato with a bite taken out of it, and his bruised dignity can't handle more of this, so after a moment more to think about every pointless way he's used his powers since coming to this party the incriminating potato in his hand turns into a crumpled napkin in a little shimmer of light.]