“I’m good. Seriously. I just gotta get this done. So.” Seymour petted Day. “Hopin’ y’all can help us talk to her.”
OF COURSE
“You guys were chattin’ real good for a minute there. You gonna tell us what all that meant?”
YES
Seymour waited. “Well?”
SAY PLEASE
“Can youpleasetell us?”
BETTER
THE MAN WHO KILLED CLANCY HAD A BIG BIDET
“A bigwhat?”
Day meowed in annoyance.
NO
MY BAD
A BIG…
BOUQUET?
Day clasped her paws to her face.
“How fluent exactly are ya’?” Seymour crossed his arms.
OKAY SO MAYBE NOT AS FLUENT AS I ONCE WAS
Day meowed insistently.
“Hey, we gotta be able to talk to her!” Seymour said firmly. “Is there, like, some sorta Duolingo course for kitty cat speak?”
Day meowed.
THERE IS A MAGICAL ITEM WITHIN THE INRO THAT WILL ALLOW YOU TO SPEAK WITH HER BUT IT CAN ONLY BE ACCESSED FROM INSIDE
EITHER THAT OR IT WILL TURN YOUR HEAD INTO A BALL OF LETTUCE
Seymour stared. “That sounds stupid as fuck.”
The floor beneath Seymour rattled.
“And we are so very thankful for that, no matter how dumb this sounds. Yup. Uh-huh.” Seymour looked at Sariel. “So, this is a thing now? Going into a fuckin’ toy thing?”
THE HISAN INRO IS A POCKET DIMENSION
IT IS SIMILAR TO THE WORLD WITHIN THE RELIQUARY
“Is it safe?” Sariel asked, frowning.
YES
