Hawthorne looked pleased with himself as he took a big mouthful of milk. “Whassit mean?” Mahir grinned, glancing conspiratorially at Morrigan. “You have a bum for a face.” Hawthorne snorted milk and it dribbled down his chin as the others erupted into laughter. “Serious?” Mahir shrugged. “It’s my favorite romance language.” This defrosting of unit relations made life at Wunsoc infinitely more bearable for Morrigan,
