“That’s your spirit?” “Yes,” Marci said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Now, would you please—” Amelia stepped in before she could finish, stopping right in front of Marci with a smile so genuine and friendly, she didn’t even look like a dragon anymore. “I think we got off on the wrong foot,” she said brightly. “Let’s try this again. Hello, I’m Amelia the Planeswalker, and I am absolutely delighted to meet you, …?” “Marci,” Marci prompted. “Marci,” Amelia said, eyes sparkling. “May I pet your cat?”
