Delirium used to be Delight. And her brother Destruction had ditched her so as not to do anymore damage.

What a deeply depressing worldview. Duke wanted a drink just thinking about it.

"I don't bore easily," he said absently, still looking up at the tiny brightly colored girl playing in the crow's nest. "Right. Well. Guess I'd better actually, like. Plan classes."

And maybe deemphasize the murder warnings a little, let the kids lean into the romanticized pirate play-acting.

Delirium used to be Delight. Fuck, that was going to stick to him.