One of the tailors, a tough Serbian fox with no patience for what she called, “the idiocy of the badger,” suddenly stood straight and yelled at Charlie, “I cannot work with this girl! She is crazy!” “I don’t like to be touched!” Stevie yelled from under a table. “Can’t I just give you my size? I don’t want your hands on my breasts!” The fox flung her arms out in frustration, her cold blue gaze on Charlie. “How about,” Max suggested, “we get that giant panda to touch your breasts?” “I wouldn’t mind that.” Eyes wide, Charlie and Max looked at each other, then began laughing.