"Karnblarn it, Sigil," Danny spat, "you've mulloxed up that twistie."
"Yeah, Sig, and with me starving, too." Kyra always piled on, the karning sally that she is.
"Don't blast me a new face," I replied. I'm always quick with the comeback, as you know. So I added "Stopper the sluice-hole." Under my breath-like.
Kyra didn't get it. Danny did. Swung at me with the swatstick he always had on him. I knew he would, so my field was there, and sparks just flew.
Kyra always laughs when sparks fly. She is such a sally. I wished we'd never batched her, but Danny wouldn't have a duo anymore, and I didn't feel like casting about. Too much wasted swathing and reeling.
I notched the machy with my thumb -- it didn't have a retpay hole -- and got Danny his twistie. Just to avoid the skreeling, I notched again for a limey drizzle and gave it to Kyra.
She smiled and started slurping.
What a karning sally.
Why did I ever have kids?
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