The little oompa-loompa said: Envy is the Son of Discordia! Hail Eris!
Gyp said these words while he turned to a very relaxed stance in one of the chairs, and lifting his drink, he nodded towards Mal. Then he slipped something off his shirt's sleeve, which ended being nothing else than another goldie K, and he lit it slowly, exhaling apples made of smoke.