“Doesn’t involve destruction? That’s like me asking you not to be a mealy-mouthed poltroon.” Lazlo’s eyebrows shot up. “Poltroon?” “Look it up,” snapped Drave. Lazlo turned to Ruza. “Do you think I’m a poltroon?” he asked, the way a young girl might ask whether her dress was unflattering. “I don’t know what that is.” “I think it’s a kind of mushroom,” said Lazlo, who knew very well what poltroon meant. Really, he was surprised that Drave did. “You are absolutely a mushroom,” said Ruza. “It means ‘coward,’” said Drave. “Oh.” Lazlo turned to Ruza. “Do you think I’m a coward?” Ruza considered the
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