We were standing in the Bat Cave and I had just examined both sides of his wing. There wasn't a trace of a scar. "Meep." [It itches.] "That will teach you not to take on any more armies." "Meep, meep, meep." [Or to go into glim faster next time.] "There won't be a next time," I said firmly. If I had my way, I’d never return to Salice. There was a bride waiting for her groom over there and as far as I was concerned, she could wait forever. "How's Retnor," Jenny asked as she approached with two mugs of hot tea. Since my girlfriend became a regular visitor to the cave, it has become much more domestic. We now have a small camping stove complete with kettle, bottled water and powdered milk, where before I hopped back to my parents' house if I was in urgent need of a cuppa. "Meep, meep." [It itches. Jake doesn't care about me.] "Poor Retnor." Jenny put down the cups to rub Fluffy's head. "That Jake is such a nasty boy. Leaving his betrothed in Salice without a second thought. It's only me that cares about you.
