You have a humming dodo bird," I said stupidly.

The more you know, the more you try to change them, and that can be disastrous.

Remake the world, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world.

Sure, sis!' Then he raised his hands in a stop everything gesture. 'I feel a haiku coming on.

Great. I've made a friend.

She wanted me to betray you guys, and I was like, 'Pfft, right, I'm gonna listen to a face in the potty sludge'.

You never know!” Neith snapped. “The point is, I’ll survive the apocalypse. I can live off the land!” She jabbed a finger at me. “Did you know the palm tree has six different edible parts?” “Um—” “And I’ll never be bored,” Neith continued, “since I’m also the goddess of weaving. I have enough twine for a millennium of macramé!” I had no reply, as I wasn’t sure what macramé was.