Bokken frowns and sticks out his lower lip. "What, one of your lackeys spit in your porridge this morning? Wha
Bokken frowns and sticks out his lower lip. "What, one of your lackeys spit in your porridge this morning? What did the old man do this time? I bring you a present, and you send me away. You city-folk are a bad lot, I tell you..."
