[it's funny, when the possibility of brainwashing had been brought up in conversation before, archer had said multiple times that he would be able to resist it because of course he would think that. to the surprise of absolutely no-one, least of all harding, he doesn't even come close to slightly pushing against it as the effect washes over his brain the moment harding snaps his fingers. his brow levels out and he stops sneering, expression turning into a calm, happy smile.]
Oh! Of course, Mr Harding. It's my fault it fell off, after all! [he beams at the waitress, putting a hand on her shoulder.] Don't you worry, I'll have this done in a jiff.
[and that's that. no more trouble from him!
...a couple days later when he comes to making some ungodly aspic concoction for dinner, archer damn near blacks out from sheer disgust.]
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Oh! Of course, Mr Harding. It's my fault it fell off, after all! [he beams at the waitress, putting a hand on her shoulder.] Don't you worry, I'll have this done in a jiff.
[and that's that. no more trouble from him!
...a couple days later when he comes to making some ungodly aspic concoction for dinner, archer damn near blacks out from sheer disgust.]