“Sera, your rooster has spent the last hour following me around,” she announced, completely unconcerned with Luke’s presence. “I tolerated that with saintly patience. Then he tried to demand a cuddle from me, so I decapitated him. You’ll have to reassemble him. He’s over there, running around like a headless chicken. Actually,” she added reflectively, “I suppose he is a headless chicken.” “Stop decapitating the resurrected rooster,” Sera said crossly. “It’s impolite.” “Well, you made me promise not to eat the other chickens anymore, so this seems like a happy compromise.”
