#stupidlyloud

Lennon remains crouched beside the distrait tot, spectating with mild curiosity as he assembles a pyramid out of his assortment of blocks. "Ho! ho! Look! Th’ lad’s already good with ‘is hands —- jus’ like his Uncle Johnny, eh?” Lennon proceeds with his aloof observation, though the illusion is shattered as a block is proffered to the snarky guitarist. 

"Wha’s this?" The inquiry purports more bemusement than it merits, decidedly fitting for his audience. He gently pries the block from diminutive digits, squinting as he vets over the token. "Why, I couldn’t possibly take this off y’er hands, no matter ‘ow much ye’ insist. You’ll thank me one day, mate —- the block exchange may very well be rubbish t’day, but it won’t stay tha’ way f’erever, y’know.”