I eyed her armor. “What happened to all the barbed fishhooks that were welded on yours?” She sniffed and gave me a haughty, disgusted look. “The general kept cutting himself. Because he knew I would be honor bound to nurse him back to health after. It was necessary.” “Toot and Lacuna, sitting in a tree,” I chanted, grinning. “K-I-S-S—” The tip of Lacuna’s lance landed firmly in the space between my two front teeth. “Attempt to complete that enchantment, wizard,” she said, “and I will ram this lance through your uvula.”
