“I don’t like surprises.”
“I do,” he said. “And if you don’t, maybe you should find another navigator.”
Linsora strode ahead, muttering Khizaran curses. Permac picked up references to his parentage and his possible blood relationship to some kind of sea creature.
“Greasy what?” he called.
“Slimy!” she answered. “Slimy sea scum!”
“Yeah? Well, your brother is chikara fertilizer!”
She stopped and whirled around to face Permac. “Is that the best you can do? Fruit fertilizer? Trust me, if you knew Yokosh, you’d come up with worse than that. I have many scores to settle with my brother, and someday I will. Someday.”
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