One Attempt Allowed

Arrowyy presented some creature or contrivance and urgently required a ruling on whether it could be bedded. This is the sort of question a son asks when his father has failed somewhere, though I cannot yet locate the precise mile marker.

Summoneyy declared that anything could be bedded once, then immediately noticed the ugly corner of that thought. Sensibly, she moved on to imagining a great pleasure-ground full of Warcraft’s towns and folk, with sufficiently lifelike inhabitants for Arrowyy’s purposes. He had found his audience at last.

There are evenings when I miss the simpler family disputes: boots indoors, soup too salty, who stole whose horsebrush.