Yeah, I know you can poison me, Finn thought inwardly. I admit I didn't wait for the spoon to turn black before eating. All those years of watching palace dramas have apparently gone to waste. I could've died just like that if this witch had actually wanted to kill me.
The realization made him release a heavy sigh.
The next morning arrived swiftly, the golden rays of the rising sun streaming through the curtains and spilling across Finn's face.
For once, Finn was enjoying his sleep.
Snap!
Slap!
A sharp sound suddenly echoed through the room.
Finn frowned slightly but refused to open his eyes.
Maybe if he ignored it, whatever was happening would go away.
Snap!
Slap!
The sounds continued relentlessly.
Finn's eyebrow twitched.
What the actual fuck is going on now?
Another interesting cup of tea about to drop?
He let out a sleepy groan under his breath and reluctantly opened his eyes.
