Ivan is not deterred by soft murmurs or the rustle of sheets.
"AH! What the..." Jillian said.
"EEP!" Micah ducked back under the hat.
"Jillian. There is a giant naga under the house. I suggest you shoot it with your boomstick."
"It's a rifle, Ivan." Micah whispered.
"I demand you shoot it at once."
What? OUT! BOTH OF YOU!!" Jillian shouted and kicked the two off the bed.
"I am so embarrassed..." Micah muttered.
"Fine. I shall defeat him myself. Come Micah! To arms!"
"So... kids, huh?" Maric reached for a soda. "You didn't mention kids."
"They're not ... mine." Jillian said. "But does it bother you? Kids I mean?"
"No, not really. I like kids well enough." He shrugged. "That little guy with the long hair was odd, though."
"They ... ah, have a rare condition." Jillian said. "We'll talk about it later."
"Later sounds just fine." Maric said.
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