Imogen: *ranting telepathically to Orym* "...AND NOW AH'M BALD. AN' THAT’S FINE. I LIKE IT. AND STUFF. So yeah, I guess I'm a little distraught, Orym."
Orym: *telepathically* "On that, I mean, we figured out the blue thing. I'm sure we'll figure out the head thing. You have fabulous cheekbones, so... you're selling it. But I'm sure we'll fix it."









