[are those summery three months of hail over already? having just finished personally overseeing the dragon saddle orders for the day, Hiccup's walking out of Gobber's shop when the snow first begins to fall. he looks up]
Well hey to you too, Jack. A little late this year, aren't we?
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Well hey to you too, Jack. A little late this year, aren't we?
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What? There something on my face?
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[he lays a hand on his chest, SO faux OFFENDED]
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