“You know, I hate it when he just grabs me.” Said the bigger sister.

“Hey, at least he grabs you. Me? it’s just a slight pull and then swoosh, back in the back.”

italic “Quiet, the two of you, or I shall slay this mark with my bare hands, and leave you both sheathed.” italic Nix, grimaced. Sometimes he thought anyone around would hear those two chattering and gossiping.