"I don't know of anything that would make you look wise," Ford retorted with a grin. He was mostly joking, but also, of all the adjectives he might use to describe Dodonus he wasn't sure that wise would make the top of the list. He was clever, definitely, and some of the things he built were genius, but the term wise implied a more well-rounded sort of intelligence, Ford thought. Someone who was wise knew just what to do in every situation, adapting to the circumstances that the moment called for. Tycho was more likely to disregard those circumstances entirely and make up his own rules. That wasn't necessarily bad, but it also wasn't what came to mind when Ford thought of wise. Maybe when he was older he would be less spontaneous and he could pull it off — or maybe not. Maybe that was just how he was.
"D'you want me to get you a hair-growing tonic for Christmas?" he teased (though secretly he was hoping Tycho would say yes, because getting people potions for Christmas was easy and inexpensive when one had a potioneer brother). "Then you can give it a go for a few days and cut it all back off."
"D'you want me to get you a hair-growing tonic for Christmas?" he teased (though secretly he was hoping Tycho would say yes, because getting people potions for Christmas was easy and inexpensive when one had a potioneer brother). "Then you can give it a go for a few days and cut it all back off."

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