I’m sorry about your sword, though. Did it have a name?” Galen looked blank. “Did what?” “Your sword.” “Why would it have a name?” “Don’t warriors name their swords?” The paladin stared at him. “Is that a euphemism?” Piper felt a flush starting. “I didn’t think it was, no. You know, the pointy metal thing?” “…you know they don’t come when called, right?” “Neither do cats, but people name those.”

