Avasarala looked up, rage-faced. Kiki stood in the doorway leading to the yard, caught between fear and delight. “Did you just make a mess in my house?” Avasarala asked. Pale-faced, the girl nodded. “Do you know what happens to bad children who make a mess in their nani’s house?” “Do they get tickled?” “They get tickled!” Avasarala said, and bolted for her.
