OCC: Err ...where's Missouri said the geographically ignorant Brit
who is seriously overworked in her new job as well as being underpaid
and therefore not having much time for idle amusements such as
keeping in touch with people she'd prefer to talk to rather than
those she has to talk to, let alone dealing with anal accountants (I
do hope you read that remark, Maugrim, she smiled)

RP: Giada surveyed the assemblage, concentrating on Alessio and
Carisac. "Oh bugger, bugger and all forms of buggery!" she breathed
as small unusually shaped animals ran out, "You're not dead, or even
un-dead .... just ......."

"Figments of your imagination?" Carisac supplied, "Something you
dreamed up?"

"What?" was Alessio's contribution.

Giada concentrated on them and took stock:

One exiled Wyvern with a penchant for sexual deviance outside his
species and extremely low ethical standards in all other respects.

One failed Shakar Jihad assassin who would be pushed to win an IQ
contest where the other competitors were mentally challenged goldfish
and an incompetence level that could win an Inter-Galactic Olympics
gold medal.

And she's invented them? She mentally breathed a fair few more words
resulting in a proliferation of small unusually shaped animals in the
immediate vicinity.

"If I invented you two" she said at last, "you may be whatever dead
you like - but I must have been brain-dead at the time."