Maeve stepped into his study. She took a moment to remember the smell, the scent of old leather and hot meat, of tea and savagery. Archie held a delicate forearm out which, carefully, she took, shaking the lead claw once.
“If there’s one thing they teach you in podcasting school, it’s that you always save the monkeys for last.”
Twabble by Mr. Tweedy
The philosophers saw with dismay that there was nothing left to deconstruct. They glanced at each other suspiciously.