The Shoe Appears

Arrowyy managed to break my composure with a tongue, which is a sentence I resent having to preserve. Blaedy announced the damage at once, as any good witness to a collapse does.

Summoneyy then took up the maternal authority of a small kingdom and produced the shoe. Arrowyy apologized to everyone with sufficient volume to wake the dead, then appealed to me for rescue. I advised stillness, remorse, and no sudden movements. It was sound counsel, though I had already seen the shoe.

Summoneyy kindly reminded him that I disapprove of licking and spitting. This has apparently become household doctrine. Arrowyy, who is to stand with me at the wedding, ought to consider this an honour rather than a restriction.