Kavinsky lifted a brow at Gansey. If he was expecting the answers out of him, he was going to have to figure out a way to ask the question in the first place. In fact, Kavinsky didn't really know what Gansey was hoping to do, or prove, here. Maybe that nothing had changed.
The waitress brought Kavinsky's drink. He thanked her.
"The original," he said, deadpan. That was really all Kavinsky could think of that would help this situation--the original thing that Cheng had had, back in Henrietta, that strange dreamt bee. "I don't know if you're being purposefully obtuse or not here, Dick, but you're coming here, asking me for something that I've never put hands on before, and you want to give me the thing that broke your boyfriend for a week so I can try and make it?"
Kavinsky scoffed and sipped his coffee. "You tell me what it does, what it looks like, how it works--how he makes it work. You want a forgery, I can get you one, but not if you toss me a piece of garbage and say Have at."
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The waitress brought Kavinsky's drink. He thanked her.
"The original," he said, deadpan. That was really all Kavinsky could think of that would help this situation--the original thing that Cheng had had, back in Henrietta, that strange dreamt bee. "I don't know if you're being purposefully obtuse or not here, Dick, but you're coming here, asking me for something that I've never put hands on before, and you want to give me the thing that broke your boyfriend for a week so I can try and make it?"
Kavinsky scoffed and sipped his coffee. "You tell me what it does, what it looks like, how it works--how he makes it work. You want a forgery, I can get you one, but not if you toss me a piece of garbage and say Have at."