I couldn't say. [The baggie goes in his pocket, and he holds the bag out to Da Qing.] Does this smell weird to you?
[There's an oddly metallic odor to it to Zhao's nose, a little like old blood. The gardener jolts to his feet at last, scowl going threatening as he steps towards the two of them. Zhao steps back, hands up, smiling, letting Da Qing take the bag.]
Hey now, why don't you settle down? Right over there. Have a seat.
[The gardener doesn't sit down. Instead, he lunges for Zhao's throat.]
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[There's an oddly metallic odor to it to Zhao's nose, a little like old blood. The gardener jolts to his feet at last, scowl going threatening as he steps towards the two of them. Zhao steps back, hands up, smiling, letting Da Qing take the bag.]
Hey now, why don't you settle down? Right over there. Have a seat.
[The gardener doesn't sit down. Instead, he lunges for Zhao's throat.]