“We should hurry,” Preston said. “I think Llyrian services only last an hour, but you would know better than me.” As they began walking toward the door, Effy said, “So my suspicions were correct—Argantians are heathens.” “Not all Argantians,” he said, nonplussed, almost cheerful. “Just me.” “I’m sure your Llyrian mother is very pleased with you.” “She does her best to make me feel guilty about it.” They started down the hall.
Her Argantian "jokes" aren't funny. 🙄
