At Genie's nervous smile, Urd's head drooped. "Ugh," she sighed, resigned. "I guess I didn't tell you, did I?" She smoothed out the wrinkles she'd made in his jacket as she spoke. "Polka makes me fall asleep. Every time. It doesn't take much." She frowned, nearly pouting and stepped back, sitting back down on her chair with a mix of grace and lazy floppiness. She sighed, glancing back toward where Vyers and Gwen were hopefully enjoying themselves, uninterrupted.

"Don't spread that around though, okay? It's a pretty big weakness."