I only—know anythin’ because my mother grew up here. Told me lots of things about the lot of you. God, you’re heavy—” “And what sort of things were those?” the merrow’s eyes widened, a wicked, exasperated grin spreading over his face. “Clearly not enough, ‘else you wouldn’t be tempting me like this, wickie.” “Told me you were beautiful and stupid!” Alba snapped back. “Seems at least one of those things is right!”
