*Tilting his pint of beer towards Lettie to direct a point, he rocks back in his chair. Smug and just light lightheaded enough from the alcohol to be comfortable, he takes a long sip and continues the story he's been telling for the past fifteen minutes to his two barmates*
-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.
Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.
*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*
Let me tell you, when I get that canon we are going to be sold out for weeks. Just need to find someone brave enough to volunteer to be the canon ball. Someone already used to heights perhaps.