‘Will you shut up?’ ‘Perhaps a dancing badger? Or a flying stag?’ Kipp’s eyes went wide and he grabbed Cal by the shoulders. ‘No! A lightning bolt, to signify our undying friendship with the trio of Embervales!’ ‘I’m not falling for this a second time,’ Cal muttered. ‘All in good time, my friend,’ Kipp said sagely. ‘All in good time.’
