“Mom’s reading Byron, and Dad’s surfing.”

“Why would that witch Sally Juno leave me a present?”

“We just killed two-hundred people in a 737 to hit him. Is he dead?”

“In the Dreamlands,” the young man answered, “you’re more who you are.”

“What was it like for you?”

“Now kiss!”

“Your airship is akin to her captain,” Regina said, “squat and unkempt.”

It sniffed his palm, and the tweens exchanged looks.