“They wear pyjamas!” Fallon said cheerfully as I pulled him through the kitchen and past Silar. “That cannot be a real word,” I grumbled, finally releasing him. “Oh, it is! Although, sometimes I believe they are instead called ‘jammies.’” “That also cannot be correct,” I snapped, “because that is translating into something akin to a sweetened, puréed fruit spread. Although, Tasha also called me a ‘nacho man’ earlier, and my preliminary research tells me a nacho is a type of savoury, crunchy human snack. Often topped with cheese.” “Humans do love cheese,” Fallon agreed sagely,
