“Wanker. It’s a funny word,” Tana says dreamily. “Wanker. Say it enough times, and it feels weird. Wanker. Waaanker. Wanker. Wanker.” Serana massages the bridge of her nose. “Tana, I think you drank too much mugwort tea.” Tana clutches her mug. “Waaaaaaanker.”
