Excuse her, Steph, she's just bumping shoulders gently. "Oh, sweetheart. Careful, people might think you care." And, a moment: "You're not shit. Now I know how to punch people properly." And the world will thank you, Stephanie.

"Only with my permission. And no reading, that sorta stuff does things to a woman's mind. Perversion, and that." Sad thing was there were still a few people in Wirrawee who were really pretty backwards.

"Nu uh." What was that incoherent sound of protest? "I'm tired." Even so, she straightens up rubbing her (Snow's? This was still weird, it felt wrong under her fingers) face. "Al right."