“A…shit,” Ahnset said with equal care, unsurprisingly failing to pronounce the p sound. “A shit is a very different thing, broodsister,” Ketahn said with a chitter. Ivy elbowed him and said in English, “I can recall a certain spider man having a problem with p—in more ways than one.” “And one of those was made by a little human,” he replied in his heavily accented English with humor in his voice. Ivy rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t my fault.”
