"No, that bubbly pink stuff Yseult likes so much, that smells of strawberries. Looks like a little girl's giggle, kicks like a Turkish water-sider."
Ghet paused, and took a breath. Part of her high-speed extroversion was offering a defence for other people. If her own feelings were so 'out there', it gave them privacy against her abilities. Nevertheless, something was a bit Off here.
"You'd be surprised how often people fall through the ceiling here, though they usually leave a big hole. I dunno how many times Galain's had to basically rebuild this place. Things get... out of hand. Riker's is my... let's call it a bar. Rhagi is my son. Surprisingly sweet boy, given his parentage. His father is An'Thaya here's brother. I... Look, you can just tell me to butt out, but are you okay?"
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