"I would be," Lambert agrees, "Because you'd get distracted by something else and forget about it if I left you alone." Strange is very good at remembering to do shit when it's relevant to his interests, but if it's not magic, the chances of it being left by the wayside are pretty fucking high.
It doesn't take long for the water to heat up and the tea to steep, and then Lambert ambles right back over with a glass of water for Strange. The fireball doesn't get even a blink,; the shining, multicolored smoke that starts to fill the air as he puffs on that joint? That's something else entirely.
"Nice light show," he comments, before nodding towards the living room -- or, well, the living room furniture that's been shoved over to one side to make room for the lab setup. "Come on, let's sit over there."
Because if he's babysitting Strange, he might as well do it lazing around o the comfort of a couch.
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It doesn't take long for the water to heat up and the tea to steep, and then Lambert ambles right back over with a glass of water for Strange. The fireball doesn't get even a blink,; the shining, multicolored smoke that starts to fill the air as he puffs on that joint? That's something else entirely.
"Nice light show," he comments, before nodding towards the living room -- or, well, the living room furniture that's been shoved over to one side to make room for the lab setup. "Come on, let's sit over there."
Because if he's babysitting Strange, he might as well do it lazing around o the comfort of a couch.