Never heard of the likes of her!

Uh. [ celestina warbeck? luke may not be a son of apollo, but he does like his music. unfortunately, it doesn't ring a bell. ] Can't really say.

[ but before he can even draw in a breath, george and martha speak loudly. it's as though they've slithered from the other end of his suite to sit right beside him. ]

[ martha's voice is rather motherly and kind. ] Of course we don't mind.

Anything for a beautiful —

[ at the same time: ] Girl. Rat.

[ luke grabs his pillow and throws it at them lying on the couch far from his bed. there's a feminine yelp from martha. ]

Nope. Not it.

[ luke sighs. he rubs a hand over his face, voice slightly muffled, ] I liked it better when they were at half-power. They didn't talk this much. [ that's a lie, however. luke had been worried sick they were going to end up being taken from him, as though the snakes being lethargic and exhausted was a sign of their own shards being removed from them — perhaps that was their shards, their ability to remain enthusiastic and durable. ]

But, uh, yeah. If you're sticking around Caer Glaem. We should make it a date.