“Verity told me he can shape rock with his fingers because of the Skill on them,” I told her. “Is your tongue hinged in the middle so that it flaps at both ends? You talk too much!” Kettle rebuked me. “Perhaps I would not talk too much if you spoke a bit more,” I replied. “Rock is not alive.” She looked at me. “You know that, do you? Well, what is the point of my talking when you already know everything?” She attacked her food as if it had done her a personal wrong.
