"I have to get some supplies and visit the library," he said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
"You called me a dork," he said. "When people say 'swearing like a sailor,' they never intend for you to say something as hurtful as that."
(Zoom!) Quelien was bright and merry. The streets were lined with performances and various dancers, singers, and fiddlers played for gold coins. The crew dispersed almost immediately as the hit land, and Jack looked down at Avice. "You ready?"