Urkot raised his upper left arm, exposing the scar on his side below it. Then he pressed the dead muckstalker’s head against the rough scar tissue and waggled his wrist again, making the eel’s body flap up and down. “Heh-lo,” he said, waving the eel-arm a little faster. “Say arm good?” Ivy was pretty sure there wasn’t anyone there who wasn’t laughing or chittering at that,
