Anyone who thinks you're an idiot deserves whatever they get.
[He rolls his eyes, and steps over to the bags he'd dumped on the couch. He rummages through them, pulls out a few things. Brushes, a few sheafs of rice paper, a tiny, tiny bottle of a pearlescent white. Apparently it was made from a local abalone-analogue, but it's still fairly rare. He tosses that over for Kyle's inspection.]
no subject
[He rolls his eyes, and steps over to the bags he'd dumped on the couch. He rummages through them, pulls out a few things. Brushes, a few sheafs of rice paper, a tiny, tiny bottle of a pearlescent white. Apparently it was made from a local abalone-analogue, but it's still fairly rare. He tosses that over for Kyle's inspection.]