Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Bill was overjoyed to see his sentient mistletoe friend again. Tip . . . not so much.

"I'm fifteen," she told it. "And at work. There will be no kissing happening."

She wasn't sure how it managed it, but the mistletoe totally managed to blow her a raspberry before going back to playing tag with her pet robot.

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[justice_undone]

"Perhaps I should have guessed," Breq said. "Another reason not to use that gun unless you want to truly get rid of someone."