Bellamy gives me the evil eye and jerks his head toward Edovard, telling me in plain Mutese that Edovard is still my problem. Look, if the verbal are allowed to combine words to create new languages like Franspanol and Spanglish, I’m allowed to name my main form of communication too. We are now calling it Mutese. Wait. Mutish. No. Mutiny. *laughing while crying emoji* We’ll stick to Mutese.
