Enrique whined, “Séverin doesn’t think I’m pretty.” “Séverin, tell him he’s pretty,” said Laila. Séverin crossed his arms. “Zofia, tell him he’s pretty.” Zofia didn’t look up from her tea. “I am personally undecided, but if we’re assessing based on objectivity, then according to the principles of the golden ratio, also known as phi, which is approximately 1.618, your facial beauty is mathematically pleasing.” “I’m swooning,” grumbled Enrique.
