[No, D2, you don't understand: he ruffles other people's hair, and not vice versa. He blinks, then chuckles, ducking his head in a solemn mockery of a bow to make it easier to reach.]
Well, then!
[The laundry is set out; the basket is empty, and the scent of rich tomato sauce is beginning to waft from the temple to match the overpowering aroma of garlic.]
Shall we go in? I think it's getting close to dinner time.
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Well, then!
[The laundry is set out; the basket is empty, and the scent of rich tomato sauce is beginning to waft from the temple to match the overpowering aroma of garlic.]
Shall we go in? I think it's getting close to dinner time.