For the record we actually just stare into the face of a troll looking strangely like our lusus might were they an adult of our species, and then they take us into their arms and sing us to sleep, in the midst of a great green fog thinner yet thicker than any sopor slime.

[Flippantly finding something that should be funny, to go along with his laugh, as she casually browses through the network to che--]