Of course he catches it. Squeeka, squeeka, writing on a whiteboard is noisy. "Oh, like I never clean up after you." That's mostly bluster. One way or another, the Nat he knows rarely leaves much of anything to clean up.
"Eh, I figure, stuff in my life, I can handle it myself. Fixin' it's on me. Disease, though? I got nothin'. Not even a penicillin arrow. So as long as we're wishing, might as well wish big and do the little stuff myself."
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"Eh, I figure, stuff in my life, I can handle it myself. Fixin' it's on me. Disease, though? I got nothin'. Not even a penicillin arrow. So as long as we're wishing, might as well wish big and do the little stuff myself."