Elliot was not accustomed to the company of any children younger than himself, but he’d read that you were supposed to praise them and pat them on the head. “Well done for not eating any poisonous berries,” he said, gingerly patting. “Unless they were slow-acting poison, of course.” The child opened her mouth and gave an earsplitting howl. Elliot snatched his hand back and jumped away. “Elliot,” said Luke. “You’re not supposed to pat children on the face and ear.”
