"Can you not talk about me like I'm not here?" Urd grumbled, putting her face into Timon's line of vision by leaning towards Vyers' shoulder. Frowning, she poked him lightly in his little furry chest. "You don't call, you don't write...I'm starting to think you don't like me anymore, Timon."

She straightened and plucked the bottle out of the demon's hands, rummaging around on a shelf for some glasses. "Look, I apologized for the potion thing, didn't I?" As she poured them both a glass, she scowled and muttered to herself. "You activate one demon's love life and suddenly you're a pariah..."