"[That's just ridiculous,]" Autor says, executing an exaggerated sniff.
"::What did she say?::" Clara says, tugging on his blazer again.
"::She said I don't show off enough,::" Autor says, harrumphing.
"::Oh, I like her,::" Erna says, whipping a few eggs together with milk. "::She's right, you know. You don't show off enough.::"
"::Mutterchen,::" Autor starts, but a look from Clara quells him. "::Ah, fine. I'll play the piano.::" He adjusts his glasses. "[Miss Oswald, would you like me to play now or wait until later?]"
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"::What did she say?::" Clara says, tugging on his blazer again.
"::She said I don't show off enough,::" Autor says, harrumphing.
"::Oh, I like her,::" Erna says, whipping a few eggs together with milk. "::She's right, you know. You don't show off enough.::"
"::Mutterchen,::" Autor starts, but a look from Clara quells him. "::Ah, fine. I'll play the piano.::" He adjusts his glasses. "[Miss Oswald, would you like me to play now or wait until later?]"