“Well,” Enna said, her demeanor turning prickly, “you must break your omelet to use your eggs.” Vlora squinted at her. “What?” “I think,” a man said, slipping up beside Enna, “that she means you must break some eggs to make an omelet.” “Yes!” Enna exclaimed. “That’s it!” “Lady Enna, I think you should sit down,” the stranger said. “Here, give me your arm, and come over here and speak with Vallencian. He has so missed your company.”
