Cheri was shaking with nervousness. “Don’t you say a thing about my legs!” she said, waving a finger. “Er . . .” The dwarf looked around hurriedly, and leaned forward. “Er . . . is that . . . lipstick?” “Yes! What about it?” “Er . . .” The dwarf leaned forward even more, looked around again, this time conspiratorially, and lowered her voice. “Er . . . could I try it?”