Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Logan: And 85 grams of dark molasses.
Patton: Molasses!
Logan: Or black treacle if you don't know what molasses are.
Roman: Looks like a jar of your soul, Virge.
Virgil: Aw, thank you, Princey. That is honestly all I aspire to.
Remus: One cactus.
Patton: No. No, put the cactus down. No cacti in the pumpkin cookies.
Logan: "A pinch of salt." (grates it into Patton’s hand)
Patton: "Ah! I'm gonna throw it over my shoulder. Which one is it? Left or right?"
Logan: "I don't know—"
Patton: "Left!" (throws it over left shoulder)
Roman: "What happens if you get that wrong?"
Virgil: "I don't know. You kill God or something."
Roman: (laugh)
Virgil: "One's the devil, I know that much."
Logan: "Wow. Don't wanna make that mistake, do you?"