The alchemist got up from his seat, scratching at the back of his head with a grin.
"Alright, alright. Calm down now. No need to get your thong up your ass." He retorted.
"I guess I oughta clean up after myself. Don't want to be too much of a slouch, no surree," he said to himself, grabbing a broom and dust pan. Of course, it wasn't much sand. Just a small pile, is all. He was thorough though. Not one visible spec left.
"Well, I guess it's time I found some other place...much quieter than here." Desta grabbed his book from the counter, immediately flipping through the pages as he walked and practiced his speed reading. On the way out, he elbowed the giantess on the hip on accident, without notice.
He did turn to her, closing the book.
"Anything else you desire of me, miss?" he asked the giantess, still maintaining the lazy, carefree grin.
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.