Pollux smacks his hand against the glass, and Andromeda jolts. Glaring, he pinches two fingers down to his thumb. Unless I’m mistaken, the ASL sign for no. Andromeda crosses her ankles. “Oops. Sorry. I got carried away. Must make stories appropriate for Mrs. Role and her wee human-soaked sensibilities.” Smiling, she says, “There was a kerscuffle, but nobody went kersplat.”

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