Oh, definitely, the magazines are full of that kind of thing. It's not that different than the ones they'd print at home, you know, that say "oh, a Taurus and an Aquarius won't get along because one is so down-to-earth and the other is so air-like and flighty". Around here it's all moonblessings and their subtypes. Cordis cats and Sanguis dogs, birds and birds, foxes and fish.

[But his reaction to the way she mentions Avdol doesn't escape her notice, nor does the way his voice suddenly seems a little more throaty when he talks about him.]

Hey...

[She reaches up, stroking along his horns again.]

We can call him, if you want to. While I'm here, I mean, if — you know. If you want someone to be here while you do.