"Aren't you afraid these tables will get damaged?" Sarah Wood asked, looking back at Finn Lewis with a strange expression on her face.
"So what if they get damaged? Aren't tables made for people to eat at?" Finn Lewis replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. What damage was he supposed to be afraid of? Even if he couldn't bring more tables back from where he got them, he could still keep getting them in the other dimension! These things may not be unlimited, but he had enough to terrify people, no problem about that.
"Alright, I'm starting to have a bit of faith in your approach," Sarah Wood said, shaking her head in speechless resignation while mentally slapping a giant label on Finn: Prodigal! And not just your ordinary prodigal — these things could probably all be shipped to any museum where they'd be cherished treasures, yet here they were used casually for dining!
