james
smoking kills
"Y'don't have to go out any farther than you want. 'sides it stays shallow for a good distance out before things get treacherous." Blanking at the summoner with wide mossy-green eyes, James just shook his head. "Even invalid babies can swim." Or at least, the ones back home could. Y'just chucked 'em out into the water and let nature do its thing. Sink or swim, literally.
Halting a step too slowly and thus quite close to Loren—an accident, surely—the snake waggled his eyebrows. "Well, one—" He pointed to himself. "—two—" Then to Loren. "—is a we. Y'sure you weren't knocked on your head as a child? Can't swim, don't dance, don't understand basic words, talkin' about glowy-deer and shit?"
but so does love.
