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"Do I even want to know what you're doing?"The tall third year nearly jumped out of his skin, turning his head just enough to look at you over his shoulder. Setting down his gardening trowel and standing up from his kneeling position, he straightens up to his full height. Which is, as previously stated, tall . You crane your neck up to keep your suspicious gaze locked with his, hidden behind computer screen glasses. You raise an eyebrow, your patience wearing thin as you wait for a response to the question you just asked him."Oh, ____, it's you. I am simply searching for additional ingredients for my next creation," he states simply, as...