Really, if I’m avoiding visiting, it’s because I don’t care to ride fourteen miles in order to be called a bettermy young rascal.” “A what?” “Bettermy. It’s a short way to say ‘you think you’re better than me’. I heard it a lot growing up although, in fairness, they were right. That and Goldilocks, which was what everyone called me until Sir Gareth made them stop.” “Also in fairness—” “No. I hated it.”
